The Viole(n)t Cat Dan Taulapapa McMullin I hear youOutside my winter studioMoaning in the alley below my bedroom windowCalling for god the machine of all magicsAll spells written on our bodiesAll the right incense of rank summerThe flowers breaking through the confusion You speak for all of usBy that I mean meYou speak for me […]
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