Small, Evil Hours Hourly Borrow A Stormy, Black Story
And At Ceasing Desolations Gray
The Dead Thief And Strange Poem Of Your Wall Causes Me To Thaw
There's A Knight Who Kills All There Is To Regret
The Flower On The Air
When The Coffin Of Desolation Has Fallen, Who Can Swallow It
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
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