Lingua Ignota
Night Moving
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
In the world
Beneath the heel
Some single button intimidator
Cold sweating
The coat, the house
Enter then exit
Aging, watching, passing
No hunger
Blot the stain
Over, under, upright
Won’t waver
Thoughts are stray
It’s been hours
A moment, what will
Backseat-crawler lacking
Old factions on
Old terms on
Old seething on, old mornings on
Old habits on
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits
Old habits