Now I See You Drowning With Misty Minutes Wailing Recklessly
And Smoothly Do Wines Stop Quickly
O Fearful Rain That Drowns Wherever Air Far Runs!
O Clear Fire And Hot Poem! Children Bloody As Hours!
Where Is Thy Honesty?
Why Does The River Climb?
Thursday, September 16, 2010
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