Pact like sardines in a Brooklyn apartment.
Gypsy words. Circus Mirror.
Green.
Collaboration lost.
I miss you something wild Natan Hamilton.
I am waiting.
We thought we told the truth.
This is love.
This is not a granfalloon.
We are not Hoosiers.
The sound of Attics to remind me that you always forget.
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