“Orphans of the Storm” (1921) - D.W. Griffith
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“Orphans of the Storm” (1921) - D.W. Griffith
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"Letters"
Stroke 9
Nasty Little Thoughts
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sunset on Mars
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"Joanna Newsom - Emily"
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So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash—
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God,
Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
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"Wu Lyf - LYF"
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