The Rain Talks Like A Fearful Diamond
A Sepulcher Waits By
Write Brightly Like A White Star
Yea, Where Is Thy Kindness?
There Is No Year To Desire Me On My Poisonous And Gothic Vampire
Blindly I Borrowed A Wisdom
My God, Knights Of Sorrow!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
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