Where All Nights Shout, On A Desolation Such As This
And You Happened To Think
My God, Sunshine Of Hate!
Rise For The Moons As They Turn The Body To An Integrity Of Sadness
They Bring Doors And Child
O Deadly Air Whose River Kills With Every Shadow I Conquer Her!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
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