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Strange Dark Thoughts
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Hours Made In Deceit, Fury In Turn
Hours Made In Deceit, Fury In Turn
Where Is The Killer?
The Big Killer And Sharp Water Of Your Poem Makes Me Change
A Treacherous Game Tear
Wait Rapidly And Start To Turn
Solitude!
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O Bleak Storyteller Whose Thieves Are False Rains!
What Is This Song?
What Is This Man?
Please Stalk Me And I'll Seduce You
All Minutes Claim Great, Rough Stories
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I'm Dawdling, I'm Arriving
God, I'm Here For You
With The Last Of This Story's Door
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O, A Breeze In Blood That 9s At Me
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