Yea, Boils And Screams In The Air
You Will Use Someone Else Instead Of Me
They Bring Doors And Compassion
Because I Need Some Of That Symmetry Now
Poem, Where Is Thy Lie?
The Poisoned Cup Obnoxiously Sees The Hour
Songs Dreaming Me All Full Of Integrities
Monday, February 14, 2011
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