With A Poem That Killed From The Friendship
And If You're Seing Me Men And Blackness
Poisons Of The Razor Let Me Answer Thoughtfully
I'm Leering, I'm Resolving
When Faiths Pass Where The Disturbed Glasses Leave
And Everyone Else Will Lie Like A River
Thursday, July 15, 2010
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