The Glass Of Your God Makes Me Cease
Yea, To Sit!
And Then We'll Hang Forever
Where Is Thy Beauty?
Please Stalk Me My Beauty And I'll Drink You
O Wicked River And Treacherous Star! Sepulchers Disturbed As Poems!
Monday, November 2, 2009
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