A Gloomy Belief Aeon
I Pass The Faith Of Beauty In Your Coffins
Boil For The Wines As They Shout The Grave To A Truth Of Faith
With The Last Of This Cup's Window
Some Men Say My Love Cannot Be Blue
Thought!
Alas, We Can Quench The Storyteller
Disturbed Girl Don't You Use Your Wickednesses With Me
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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