Counterpoint
I've often seen a man, Yardstick and clock face instead of hands. He has measured pain and pleasure both to death. I've felt the kiss, Of his narcotic lips, He has probed in the folds beneath my...
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The swing set is rusted, the picture frame's cracked The photos have faded to gray The faces you trusted just never came back Yes, childhood has eroded away The songs that your mother sang as she...
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The Devore ships are assuming a tactical formation. Bridge to Transporter Room. Status? All set here, Captain. Pattern cohesion looks stable. Cargo Bay 1, report. The bay is clear. They're powering...
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