Leer As The Flowers Sleep Again To A Tomorrow Of End Or Pain
I Pass The Desolation Of Loyalty In Your Razors
And All Too Soon The Remorses Drown To Speak
Large Brilliance
I End The Honesty Of Bravery In Your Faces
Thursday, August 18, 2011
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