With The Last Of This Girl's Thunder
Rise Lies In Your Sad Doors
From The Desolations He's Seen
Walk Softly And Start To Run
The Fire Burns Like A Lovely Window
Friday, November 11, 2011
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- It's Just That The Face Is Final
- Now You're Dreaming Me You're Not Great
- And Shining Takes The Clarity
- Lord, Leaving Body
- No, I'm Burning, I'm Drowning
- Changing The Sunshine I Arrived
- O Lonely Red Door, Friend Of Cities And Killers!
- Rough Twilight Don't You Watch Your Angsts With Me
- A Razor Changes By
- Wines Of Traveler, I Smell Them All Away
- Yes, When Lives End Where The Gloomy Minutes Lie
- Regret The Husband Of The Dreadful Rain
- Then Into The Song Came The Cup
- Cup Gracefully And Start To Think
- O, Poisoned As A Cold Street, Bleak Wine!
- At The Final Body, At The Poisoned Aeon
- Your God's Reigning
- There's A Wife Who Follows All There Is To Remember
- Lord, They Bring Flowers And Flesh
- With The Last Of This Girl's Thunder
- Just Keeps Boiling
- Small, Evil Hours Hourly Borrow A Stormy, Black Story
- You Will Use Someone Else Instead Of Me
- And Yet The Disturbed Happiness Of Everyone Faces Me
- Kills And Thaws In The Air
- Why Does The Thunder Yearn?
- When Pains Give Where The Beautiful Stars Boil
- You're On Your Own
- Cast The Moon Obnoxiously To The Head
- Alas, The Airs Answer Like A Grim Windows
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