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Immortal Gods Flung about the House to Hunt for Us, 2017.
We Stalk off into the Dark to Join the Other, Lost Departed, 2017.
Now the Rest of the Ghosts, the Dead and Gone, Come Swarming up around Us, 2017.
Heard of Some Grave Sites, up by the Highway, a Place Where Nobody Goes, 2017.
And Before Them, a Dreaded Hound, on Watch, Who Has No Pity, but a Vile Stratagem, 2017.
Where the Gun Is Cocked, As the Bullet’s Cold, 2017.
Everybody Rolls with Their Fingers Crossed, 2017.