The National Anthem, The Archers, A Man Lost in Space
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A room smelling of shame
3-in-1 for the treatment of love creaks
Collecting postcards from the lonely
A story beginning, "This is the point..."
We have a problematic interface
He is wearing a raincoat from a film
Bomblight
These are small things, human things
When there was water
I try to remember us, but see clouds
An old, decrepit caravan, broken glass
Behind night stones, beneath dark
I have waited too long to be born
A shingle beach, rain, they separate, come together
SHARD
Everything here is just the right size
Of course, as long as you are here
I dream of bloody waterfalls, of screaming grass
I tend to flop about when anger leaves
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