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Marius Burokas: Being's Dotted Line |
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What cannot be coughed up |
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From the cycle "Annotated Photographs' Fred Herzog, Man with Bandage, 1968 |
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Algimantas Kuncius, Palm Sunday by The Gates of Dawn, 1968 |
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Jan Bulhak, Evening Prayer, 1900 |
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, a bar, a bottle, this and that as well |
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Family Scene with a Premonition of Slaughter |
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A million women are sold every year |
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Kulturarbeider jobber på en bringebæråker |
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21 | (2) |
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23 | (3) |
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The time is up the season's over |
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And so what, if god is a seagull |
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Coltsfoot will grow along the fence |
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The antique postage stamp |
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Arranging the shelf, I happened to notice |
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Teddy Bear Stuck in a Pence |
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Collecting Colorado Beetles |
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69 | (4) |
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Somewhere out in the pasture there is a nest with eggs |
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Now they live on the edge of t he city by the railroad |
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A child grew in me and cancer grew in you |
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What was in the very beginning I do not know |
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It's me here. It's you, it's him |
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The goat! Where Devil fears to tread |
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Island. After Czeslaw Milosz |
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In reality you should have been born a fish |
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She has handy portable wings |
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A person is like an old house on the inside |
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A person wraps themselves in colourful scarves |
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A green and black darkness |
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102 | (2) |
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I can't delve into all that |
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Neither yours nor mine neither branched nor moved to |
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Your last blood flows through the sinews of time smiling |
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It is exquisite being, to swing on the edge of nonbeing |
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Of course I do not matter and nor do you |
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The earth has hired me to be its scream |
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113 | (2) |
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At a Fast Food Restaurant |
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Scenes from a Juvenile Detention Centre |
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121 | (3) |
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124 | (3) |
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127 | (2) |
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129 | (3) |
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Our bread who art in heaven |
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140 | (1) |
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141 | (4) |
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145 | (6) |
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151 | (2) |
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157 | (3) |
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The sun's First sharp rays |
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The first light of the morning |
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I'm at home awaiting a god |
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171 | (3) |
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I speak of the bedroom of fantasies |
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Night sparks candles on the chestnut tree |
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But someday a slow time will start |
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184 | (3) |
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What she's saying when she says she's not like other women |
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Here beneath this starless November Hiiumaa |
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We're like little animals |
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Palm reader (a.k.a.) don't mention it |
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Inside his eyes there are glaciers melting |
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Now it could get a little better |
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Virtsu-kitivastu 12.02.10 |
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An August Evening at Nine o'Clock |
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A man with a suitcase plods along in the pouring rain |
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A school handicraft lesson |
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