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That Letters and Numbers Make

from The edge the middle by e.p. hall

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Gave my humanity up to disciplined reflection while watching birds land on telephone lines, the moon was a phantom then, like I saw it through a screen door, caged in against the threat of my eyes. And I thought I could ignore it, but the fear was in my bones, peeking out through golden curtains, waiting for the fire trucks to come. Dream. The letters and numbers make up a reassuring blueprint, that we can refer to when we want to hear, the sounds of machinery, with its soothing repetition, the tight calculations that cast out all fear. And I thought I could ignore it, but the fear was in my bones, peeking out through golden curtains, waiting for the fire trucks to come. Dream. And our shadows were dancing slowly, at the back of the cave, I said "I will return to find you when I learn to be brave."

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from The edge the middle, released December 31, 2005

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e.p. hall is the dark folk brainchild of e.p., who constructs emotional haunted houses.

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