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A hungry mind in the time of famine
An august memory
Concerning the sandsea spirit that is best left alone
Intesternecine plumbing
Let loose the offering; there is always a chance
Meandering through the old growth forest in the city centre
My rendition of the shortest recorded eternity
Protect and Exalt
Protect and Exhaust
Protect and Exhume
Running aground at the foot of the lost and found
Rustbelt and road
Smile softly, the moon is crashing tonight
The third longest second of my life
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1. Upwards glance
2. Petal to metal
3. Untitled
4. Thrones are made of cracks and stone, Bodies are made of cracks and bone
5. Importrait 8
6. Importrait 9 (If you look down too much your eyes will get stuck that way)
7. Importrait 10
8. Importrait 11
9. Dawn breaks the mind
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1. Eat the Sun and taste the pieces
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3. Naked wolves in the open
4. Shown the ways
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6. Plagarchs 1
7. Plagarchs 4
8. If the space is empty, why not let something grow
9. Plagarchs 2
10. Plagarchs 3
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