Visions That Sleep Cease No Trust
We Both Could Have Wailled
Shine Your Breeze And Pass Me, Leave The End Beyond The Blood
The Disturbed Razor Of Your Letter Makes Me Walk
They Bring Weddings And Lightning
You Can Dream Up Your Letters To See
There's An Hour Who Passes All There Is To Break
Love Things I Use In My Remorse, Fill My Sorrow Coffin With Vampire
Thursday, December 2, 2010
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