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Paul Sands

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  • 14 Jul 2014

    Goodnight America

    The euthanized fireworks no long point skywards and, now, I curate their demise, knowing into which

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  • 14 Jul 2014

    Confession Bowl

    There is a tap on the window, not the kind that knocks but one that drips, fending off your muttoned

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  • 26 Jun 2014

    Memory Glass

    I remembered all the bottles that filled his lungs and
    the final one which emptied them
    the then

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  • 26 Jun 2014
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    (aɪˈdəʊlɒn)

    now those eidolic dread horses have scarred your slumber, passed 9, passed 10, and even your

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