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My Green Tabernacle

Youth Never Cared About the Wilting

On Frayed Thread

A Change is Coming

Nothing Emptier Than Never

So Much Ice in Invisible

I’ll Tie Your Shoelaces

The Wild in Me Wants to Run

Fisted Pansies

I Was Paris and You Were New York

Every Day in America

They Ask Her to Shine Under Their Net

Thirst for Color