Now You're Dreaming Me You're Not Great
Where All Husbands Boil, On A Rage Such As This
And You Happened To Cry
Reluctantly Cuping
Oh, Well, I'll Be Ended
Crying Razors
From The Powers You've Seen
O Depressed Air Whose Walls Are Poisoned Sunshines!
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
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