There Is No Killer To Dream Me On My Large And Little Story
From The First Red Marriage, When A Large Hour Of Hate Waitted
Everyone's Dark When The Sun Thaws By
Now From Honesty There Ceases Word
To Push A Song
A Couple Of Lies Ago
Deceits Walked Within A Wine
It's Just That The Child Is Treacherous
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
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