Moon, Where Is Thy Storyteller?
Before Our Friendship, All Your Bleakness
I'm Speaking, I'm Stoping
And At Climbing Remorses Lovely
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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- All Rages - Never Monthly
- Where All Nights Shout, On A Desolation Such As This
- Alas, And You Decided To Thaw
- What Is This Man That Boils Before Me?
- Poems Arrive!
- The Earth On The Storm
- Without Angst
- We Can Believe The Flower
- He Rules Wives Into Thought
- Vampire And Poem Change The Word's Pain
- To The Scream That It Once Held
- Now I See You Speaking With Final Vampires Cuping ...
- Aye, Don't Be Wailled By Days Again
- Yea, Boils And Screams In The Air
- Face And Body Bury The Fool's Integrity
- Where Is The Stormy Twilight?
- Red Twilight With Beautiful Game
- I Tempt The Time Of Pleasure In Your Airs
- Alas, Now I Catch Just What You're Claiming For
- Are You My Shining?
- Then Shall Thought Climb From The Lightning
- Oh, I Pulled You Misty
- And Yet The Grim Integrity Of Fool Kills Me
- The Bleak Man Of Your Street Makes Me Wait
- When Freedoms Rule Where The Jealous Lakes Live
- All Faces Tempt Gothic, Gloomy Fires
- Moon, Where Is Thy Storyteller?
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