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The Going Offs

Enigmatic Plague

Fragile Mermaid

The Silence Is Violent

Parachute World



Sorrow's Last Page

The Division Of Those

The Sun Knew Wise

Bethroned The Crowd

Memorial To Our Memories

The Raven Chair

Apparition Zeta-43

Armory XII

The Amber Ones

With Lips Sown Shut And Eyes Wide Open

Dragon's Scale

Availance

Snowflake Symmetry

The Unguided Destiny

Somewhere Better

Façade

Gargamessiah

You Are Poison To The Trees

Mud Kept Slander Fields

Oh Sleeper

Opposite Reaction

Demons Don't Kill They Steal

Full Set Of Ribs

Blackness

Lost To Time

Demon Doors

Thirsty Drink

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Blood Black

It is strange to imagine
we all bleed black blood.

As it dries up with every color
including red and of course blue,

yet this isn't about blood black.
This is about what it means 
to see
what you have
written dry up and
eventually turns that.

That nobody really understands
we may have different types,
but I wonder if that is all we write.







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