Times Answered Within A Poem
Gods, Saying Her Feeling
Here Turns Your Fire Again
You Can Cup Up Your Twilights To See
O Wicked Red Moon, Friend Of Tears And Graves!
Wednesday, July 27, 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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