What Is This Vampire?
Cries And Writes In The Air
Sleep As The Lightnings Lie Again To A Bleakness Of Darkness Or Wedding
We Both Could Have Answered
Dawns Of Pain, I See Them All Away
Oh, Minute Of Clarity!
Alas, Were More Big Than Beautiful Poems
Were More False Than Poisoned Poems
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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