HANNAH DOERKSEN
THINGS
THE BITTERNESS OF BAD SOLITUDE -or- TO BE LOST IN SOMETHING YOU DESIGNED YOURSELF
LET THEM LOOK
NOTHING BACK HERE LOOKS ALIVE
THE FORGOTTEN YEARS
A STORY WE TELL OURSELVES ABOUT OURSELVES
WORN OUT WITH EXHAUSTION BY THIS UNENDING CHAIN OF EXPERIMENTS
I COME TO BELIEVE WE ALL GUNNA DROWN
AND WE HAVE NO PLACE TO LEAVE AND NOWHERE TO COME TO
I AM A HOLE IN WALLS OF BUILDINGS
I’LL BE ELIGIBLE FOR PAROLE COME VALENTINES DAY
NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
VERDUROUS COMPANIONS
A VALIANT EFFORT
ANOTHER YEAR, ANOTHER BANQUET, MORE AWARDS
PLEASE DON'T CONFRONT ME WITH MY FAILURES, I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN THEM
CALL HOME
PATH FINDER
FIRST AND FOREMOST
IT DOESN'T MATTER
DISASTERS
EVERYBODY CALM DOWN
CV
CONTACT
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