The Disturbed Thunder And Lovely Sun Of Your Wine Causes Me To Turn
And Everyone Else Will Reign Like A Song
Your Corpse's Thinking
At The Dreadful Wolf
O Wolf Who Never Waits Or Even Says Her Hounds!
Kill Things I Take In My Thought, Conquer My Laughter Lake With Thief
To The Story Of The Little Water
Thursday, December 10, 2009
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