Tim Barrus Blog
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We Were Always Reading Even If We Did Not Know We Were Reading, We Were Reading
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It Was About the Airplane
I remember Being Four. The voices only returned when the stress level was so toxic, you were never sure you could live through it. He wanted to kill you. He had made that very clear. I was not going to make it easy for him. If it meant we had… -
your private truth in the still air frost of a shrouded head
sleeping swift in cups and all the brothers, too -
Tim Barrus Art
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Tim Barrus Art
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And Crook the Pregnant Hinges Of the Knee
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coins on your eye sockets
Falstaff sweats to death and licks a lean earth as he walks along. -
He Was Diguised But He Was a Spy a Spy
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A Capable and Wide Revenge Swallows the Lot of them – Up.
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blue lake lake