Our bodies twist like shoelaces
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Down into the endless blue wine
I’ll climb that tree all wet with sap
I was having trouble with my tenses—is, was, will be
Don’t ever tire of being hunted, haunted
Paint them white as January
I’m floating in a black balloon
You tell me it calms your nerves
Let’s go place some money on the order of the horses
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
anyone else but you
if being afraid is a crime we hang side by side
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Tying the knot
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Ida sightseeing in Victoria
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Occupy Victoria: A Retrospective
