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Katia Krow

Moss Eats (the Silence She Left for Me)

When I Was a Bird Up There

Whispers from the Bloc Obscure

I've Called Off The Search, I Know Exactly Where You Are

Funeral Dirges for Love's Last Embers, Scattered in the Winds of Time: An Ode to the Fragility of Human Connection and the Inevitability of Loss

The Observer of the Idle Spectacle

was it kind of nice to see me smile?

there are only so many days you can spend waiting

it's 3 am and the window's open...