Like an old projector:
black branches
and white smoky sky
flashing together
in silence.
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- Goldfish
- Sky CirclesThe way of loveis not a subtle argument...
- Train: Nice à Marseilles
- Les Champs Libres
- A poem for Neruda:
- "The great relevation had never come. The great re...
- Train: Paris to Bordeaux Bordeaux to Biarritz
- Ode to Marie
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- Ode to Rennes
- Blues
- Winter Train
- Train to Paris
- le lac
- The Evolution of Churches
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- Fingerprint Skies
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- Untitled
- "Well I have been searching all of my days, all of...
- Le bus
- Dimanche Aprés-Midi - le début
- The Collector
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