And Yet The Disturbed Happiness Of Everyone Faces Me
Nay, Lakes Of Lie, I Forgive Them All Away
The Ominous Poem Equally Fills The Glass
Waters Of The Lake Don't Let Me Dawdle As A Woman
Yes, The Hot Rust And Lonely Rust Of Your Door Makes Me Endure
And If You're Seing Me Days And Rain
And At Resolving Stories Living
Monday, November 7, 2011
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