Potential Titles: Carolina Ebeid

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Wiser for the spiny-edge - Carolina Ebeid "Dauerwunder, a brief record of facts"

The echoes of a room without furniture - Carolina Ebeid "Dead Dead Darlings"

The verb spun at the center - Carolina Ebeid "Dead Dead Darlings"

Keeps lions in his chest - Carolina Ebeid "Punctum/Metaphor"

Riding a tangle of syntax - Carolina Ebeid "Punctum/Metaphor"

Insofar as Juliet is the sun - Carolina Ebeid "Punctum/Metaphor"

Sits on the other side of health from me - Carolina Ebeid "Relapsing/Remitting"

Shape my mouth into a fountain - Carolina Ebeid "Relapsing/Remitting"

No icy jackhammer pneumatics - Carolina Ebeid "Relapsing/Remitting"

Metamorphoses into a wet thorn - Carolina Ebeid "Scripts for the Future"

A cherry tree at the center - Carolina Ebeid "Scripts for the Future"

A shape that keeps returning - Carolina Ebeid "Shape"

Contains a vertical nature - Carolina Ebeid "Shape"

Icy in unfinished colors - Carolina Ebeid "Silueta of Crushed Lipstick and Mum Petals"

Music acquires you in iotas - Carolina Ebeid "Silueta of Crushed Lipstick and Mum Petals"

Afraid of the paradise in my ear - Carolina Ebeid "Silueta of Crushed Lipstick and Mum Petals"

Hold forest-fire in one hand - Carolina Ebeid "There Is a Devil Inside Me"

The wingspan of an idea taking off - Carolina Ebeid "There Is a Devil Inside Me"

A conflagration of dragonflies - Carolina Ebeid "There Is a Devil Inside Me"

To drink your silhouette - Carolina Ebeid "There Is a Devil Inside Me"

Blazing always in the unprocessed wind - Carolina Ebeid "Wearing a Mask, Speaking into the Camera"

The alphabet for interrupters, malcontents - Carolina Ebeid "Wearing a Mask, Speaking into the Camera"

Put a whisper into a jar - Carolina Ebeid "Wearing a Mask, Speaking into the Camera"

A war trots out of your chiaroscuro head - Carolina Ebeid "Wearing a Mask, Speaking into the Camera"

The Roman method for making bees - Carolina Ebeid "[You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior]"

Bed of apple-branches & thyme - Carolina Ebeid "[You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior]"

Burning through the infinite - Carolina Ebeid "[You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior]"

The words pollinated the dark - Carolina Ebeid "[You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior]"

Like the afterhours inside a library - Carolina Ebeid "[You Ask Me to Talk About the Interior]"


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