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Love Is A Shadow. How You Lie And Cry After It

Winter Is For Women The Woman Still At Her Knitting, At The Cradle Of Spanish Walnut, Her Body A Bulb In The Cold And Too Dumb To Think.

The Silence Depressed Me. It Wasn't The Silence Of Silence. It Was My Own Silence.

If I Didn’t Think, I’d Be Much Happier.

We Walk The Plank With Strangers.