Grandeur Of Melancholy
Philip Cook
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Shut The Door To Whatever Is True
Days aren't evil.
Nights aren't too.
Whatever it is that is true to you.
Is like playing backgammon with a bunch of fish.
Swimming in a lake full of dishes.
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