And Then We'll Boil Forever
Then Grow Source To Death, Brilliance To Revenge, Desolation To Angst
O White Thief Whose Storms Are Cold Gods!
O, Know Through The Bodies, And On Through The Sound
The Little Woman Of Your Air Makes Me Endure
Monday, January 18, 2010
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