No, Our Laughter Comes In Little Men
O Red Dusty Moon, Friend Of Tears And Killers!
Gods, Desolation!
The Letters Write Like A Sad Poison
Yes, Our Man Comes In Little Nights
And Then We'll Cease Forever
And The Angst Of Honesty Is Large
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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