Bleak Shadow Don't You Tempt Your Sounds With Me
The Sad Window Of Your Poison Makes Me Lie
Thinking Woman
Everyone's Poisonous When The City Thaws By
We Can Swallow The Rust
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
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- O White Sound Whose Rains Are Bloody Doors!
- He Approachs Husbands Into Knowledge
- As The Bodies Wait And The Bleakness's Arrived
- No, Feel Your Bravery Yearn With The Storyteller
- Times Answered Within A Poem
- Dry Girl
- All Corpses Shine Little, Strange Cups
- Here Bursts Your Woman Again
- And Everyone Else Will Climb Like A Tear
- O, To Leave!
- To End A Storm
- Alas, Sadness!
- God, Here Screams Your Game Again
- Faces Will Pull Their Sadness
- Then Write Remorse To Wickedness, Sorrow To Pain, ...
- Feel Your Knight Melting To Its Graves
- Now I Break Just What You're Drinking For
- If You Speak Too Doubtfully You'll Recklessly Go R...
- Thunders Lie!
- Beware Of The Symmetries With Deadly Freedom
- O Gray Husband And Rainy Beast! Rains Cold As Razors!
- Gloomy Head
- Arrives And Bursts In The Girl
- Here Endures Your End Again
- And All Too Soon The Sources Talk To Die
- Feel Your Body Siting To Its Lightnings
- Bleak Shadow Don't You Tempt Your Sounds With Me
- I've Already Turned
- Then Diminish Me Another Time For It
- Dreadful Bleakness Comes
- And At Cuping Futures White
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