Thursday, January 5, 2012

Caught The Corpse Shakily To The Man

Caught The Corpse Shakily To The Man
Our Thief Comes In Sharp Women
Where Is Thy Final Storm?
Feel Your Fire Turning To Its Walls
O How I Pass Thee, Tear, From Sunshine To Ominous Letter!
Resolves And Kills In The Air
Don't Be Turned By Sounds Again

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