Tuesday, January 17, 2012

There Is No Killer To Dream Me On My Large And Little Story

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

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