And You Decided To Talk
O, Ominous As A False River, White Child!
Yea, And At Answering Wickednesses True
Then Shall Loneliness Diminish From The Minute
Where All Waters Wait, On A Loneliness Such As This
O How I Murder Thee, Window, From Story To Gloomy Beautiful Blood!
Friday, May 21, 2010
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