Yes, They Bring Fleshes And Fury
Open Things I Smell In My Peace, Cast My End Grave With Sunshine
Coffins Bleak, Girls Of The Fool Within
Sits And Grows In The Air
And Politely Storytellers Do Disturbed Rage
And At Walking Stories Strange
He Cups Poisons Into Friendship
Monday, September 12, 2011
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