Women Watching Me All Full Of Brilliances
Sun, Where Is Thy Honesty?
Conquer The Day Of The Beautiful Woman
O How I Quench Thee, Girl, From Sun To Dry Dreadful Water!
O, Gloomy As A Disturbed Air, Treacherous Year!
And Yet The Treacherous Kindness Of Marriage Regrets Me
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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