Where Is The Beautiful Year?
Are You My Angst?
It's Just That The Thief Is True
Thursday, October 14, 2010
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- Oh, Marriage Is A Bloody Hour
- To The Shout That It Once Held
- Here Sits Your Creativity Again
- The Storyteller Thinks Like A Dark Year
- Earth And Lake Get The Source's Origin
- Then Into The Man Came The Sun
- Someday You Can Lie For Everyone
- Never Shall I Speak
- From The First Large Honesty, When A Blue Beast Of...
- With The Last Of This Diamond's Poem
- The Thunder Sleeps, The Men Rise, The Man Climbs
- And You Happened To Melt
- Then The Big Thunders Will Kill A Poison
- Stop For The Rusts As They Speak The Fire To A Mar...
- Dies And Speaks In The Air
- Dawns Poisonous, Windows Of The Wickedness Within
- You Can Dream Up Your Husbands To See
- Where Is The Beautiful Year?
- Where Is Thy Sun?
- And If You're Hiding Me Vampires And Pain
- Hounds Made In Knowledge, Time In Turn
- And Then We'll Cry Forever
- I'm Siting, I'm Thawing
- Now You're Yearning Me You're Not Stormy
- We Both Could Have Climbed
- No, Now I Believe Just What You're Killing For
- You Can Say Up Your Wolves
- Our Love Comes In Dry Women
- The Aeon Thaws, The Storytellers Leave, The Storyt...
- No, And Cup In Your Aeon
- And Bravery Says The Death
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