What Is This Bleakness?
Storms Write When The River Is Bleak
Were More Cold Than Stormy Twilights
Dry Breezes, Husband Walked Upon The Street
Alas, Poem Of Pleasure Is Sad And Bloody
Someday You Can Live For Everyone
Live Gracefully Live Hastily
Joy, Where Is Thy Sepulcher?
Sunday, December 5, 2010
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