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  • Tongue of Language | Nightmare

    Oh tongue of language, moving with your comb

  • Tool & Die

    In the final unburdening, massive crates are moved

  • Tool & Shade

    A brush of two minds still

  • Toshno

    Marina is trying to describe Raskolnikov’s interior state

  • Toussaint

    The soul, you said, is this sour wind, or this empty glass, the tiny steps of insects, these white iron

  • Toys

    Your toys, my child, hold them dear,

  • Train to Naples and “It’s Awful Plain”

    Five ceramic half-ducks flew up the wall.

  • Tranquility & Tremolo

    Where song is, fire begins, tightens,

  • Transfer

    Now they tell us

  • Translation

    Food is a door you have to open

  • Transport | Gdańsk

    Today, a simple bowl of onion soup

  • Trás-Os-Montes

    Tiny and bent over