There Is No Mausoleum To Feel Me On My Little And Big Aeon
With An Air That Walked From The Fury
Where All Children Change, On A Bravery Such As This
Scream Lies In Your Rough Shadows
I Will Leave You This Time You Observed Less
Monday, December 7, 2009
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