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God, when the sun sets (or escapes), well there is a painter that paints and when he paints we just take in the ripples the paints make when they swell against the textures on the page, and name them "waves." Back home, my other spends his nights all alone, and thinks, "it's all about perspective and taking my thoughts captive."
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Artist: Levi The Poet- Chapter One When Hearts Are Large
- Chapter Two Tombstone Love Note
- Chapter Three The Great American Game
- Chapter Four Rooster Cogburn In Indian Territory
- Chapter Five Tuxedo Black
- Chapter Six Traditional Values Worldview
- Chapter Seven Orphan Theism
- Chapter Eight White Whales Like Black Plagues
- Chapter Nine Cap Gun Death
- Chapter Ten Like Plagues
- Chapter Eleven Cul De Sac Colonies
- Chapter Twelve Shores And The New World
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