How long the night
How cold the thought
Of living without you
Now that we’ve touched
How long the night
How cold the thought
from “End of the World Things”
In this atomic age
We get our energy
From fracturing atoms
The monsters do their best
Ripping apart the world
To keep us together
But this atomic age
We must emit ourselves
To power the future
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Repurposing Vicki
Big Chair And Three Women: (1) Three Women
Big Chair And Three Women: (2) Big Chair
Yellow Dress! Yellow Dress!
The Apocalypse Of Her Yellow Dress
Yellow Dress: A Keyboard Odyssey
Narrative, And Freud
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