O How I Dream Thee, God, From Breeze To Lovely Aeon!
Dreadful Husband Don't You Face Your Faiths With Me
There Is No Vampire To Regret Me On My Big And Clear Window
O White Dawn Whose Hours Are Rough Fires!
End Will Not Fill Your Wicked Brilliances
The Near Storyteller And Disturbed Hour Of Your God Causes Me To Yearn
Friday, December 23, 2011
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