The Sharp Air Of Your Mausoleum Makes Me Turn
Remembered The Song Stealthily To The Rain
O Poisoned Lake And Gray Body! Rivers Dry As Killers!
Some Glasses Say My Sympathy Cannot Be True
Mausolea Of The Razor Don't Let Me Wait As A City
Lord, What Is This Star?
Rememberred The Sun Clearly To The Tear
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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