Tonight into the Mourning
Without food
Means to change station
As go the dying poor in document
So must I
The forager
Origin of contempt
Translation of bureaucrat
My headaches not for information
This and this alone
Finds the civilized item
Creating civilizations
Spaceman
Sour Apple Ice
A hand me down
From a news friend
On our street
Whom possessed the capacity
Of a bad gateway?
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