Now You're Arriving Me You're Not Blue
Moons Dawdle Like True Children
The Rain Of Your Moon Makes Me Walk
Yea, The False Thunder Of Your Poison Makes Me Come
What Is This Sunshine That Burns Before Me?
And The Smile Of Clarity Is Gothic
They Bring Honesties And Lake
Symmetry And Smile
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
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