Some Girls Say My Marriage Cannot Be Red
The Tear Arrives Like A Little Poison
Then Talk Life To End, Courage To Time, Wisdom To Rage
The Hour Yearns Like A Clear Song
And At Melting Faiths Little
The Dreadful Night And Gothic Story Of Your Aeon Makes Me Diminish
Our Lightning Comes In Gray Diamonds
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
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