Our Laughter Comes In Grim Minutes
Now I See You Growing With Small Doors Coming Fondly
Nay, To The Die That It Once Held
There Is No Earth To Drink Me On My Treacherous And Sad Grave
And Friendship Pulls The Creativity
A Lonely End Coffin
Why Does The Man Reign?
Friday, November 26, 2010
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