Near Matches
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our voices, once clarion, have been muted by time and mortgages
Subordinated debt
January 3, 2008
Each one was the scene where you hold your breath
This is what we have. Let's do our best.
Shadows lurk behind rusted metal teeth and flaking plastic smiles, impatient and waiting.
All wars are civil wars
the tension between the dream world and the waking
Why must the poor ruin everything for the rich?
there is nothing left, no joy, no wonder, just the office and cold soup
The City Of The Tribes
Gullet and I are standing in the kitchen because that's what we do.
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