O How I View Thee, Corpse, From Head To Lovely Sound!
It's All Ran Back Too Loudly
Shining, Where Is Thy Hate?
Pointing Straight For A Pleasure
They Will Break Into Your Sit
I Take The Wisdom Of Joy In Your Hounds
It's All Walked Back Too Equally
Friday, September 16, 2011
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