Look Upon You At Your Pride
Now I See You Hanging With Cold Suns Melting Slowly
Street, Where Is Thy Time?
My God, It's Just That The Letter Is Grim
We Both Could Have Leered
Because I Need Some Of That Blood Now
An Air Changes By
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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