| 1. Don Martin Three - Katahdn |
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Katahdn. the eerie cold of the morning. the sun shining through the pines. in the distance a fish rises to an insect. giving birth to infinite rings....
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| 2. Don Martin Three - Fire As A Metaphor 2 |
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To watch crippled hands create a fire, to sketch an arrow, to burn beside her. The blood of pattern, the sound of eggs drop, our lips of old, oh how...
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| 3. Don Martin Three - Fire As A Metaphor 4 |
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She whistled the tune, her lips explode into a smile, CONNECTION, CONNECT If only you could see the halo over the field tonight.. If only you could...
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| 4. Don Martin Three - Fire As A Metaphor 1 |
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(Fire as a metaphor) late night collision, two machines cross paths unexpectedly. Oddly, their engines conitued to run individually, as if oblivious...
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| 5. Don Martin Three - Fire As A Metaphor 3 |
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I'm seeing long strips of wheat, and dry winds, I'm seeing that you're no longer alive, and that I hold against you. I'm seeing anxious lines of...
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