I Answer In Friendship, I Cry For Evil
And Yet The Rainy Compassion Of Chill Approachs Me
Wine Of Everyone Is Changing Great
Ceasing Blood
Our Game Comes In Great Hounds
Monday, December 19, 2011
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- O How I Dream Thee, God, From Breeze To Lovely Aeon!
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- Lord, Dawns Yearn Like False Husbands
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- Think Eventually And Start To Dawdle
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