May 2014 - Black Sun Lit
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Literature of the Black Sun. Publisher of Vestiges.Thu, 13 Aug 2026 18:58:41 +0000en-US
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letting me leave the trees, / turn over the fresh pages / of notation, these leaves, a choreography for a job...