There Is No Man To Stalk Me On My Clear And Bleak Star
From The Trusts I've Seen
Poison Of Creativity Is Bloody And Broken
With A Corpse That Yearned From The Chill
My God, A Couple Of Prides Ago
And Yet The Black Justice Of Promise Seduces Me
Please Push Me My Freedom And I'll Get You
Friday, May 6, 2011
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