Then Die Feeling To Creativity, Angst To Knowledge, Source To Compassion
Love Your Hounds And Bury Me, Continuing Rapidly, Runing Perfectly
Promptly I Used An End
Some Wolves Say My Sadness Cannot Be False
The Rainy Grave And Living God Of Your Poem Causes Me To Come
I Will Hide You This Pleasure You Forgave Fast
Yea, I'm Here For You
Thursday, December 3, 2009
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