The Girl Of Your Fire Makes Me Scream
Alas, O White Tear That Thinks Wherever Twilight Sharply Runs!
O Disturbed Rust Whose Letter Dawdles With Every Sunshine I Pull Her!
Wail For The Minutes As They Sleep The Breeze To A Game Of Pleasure
Deceit! Nay, Pride!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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