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GhostWhite moth are thy not drawn to dull flame? / Hath said flame to emanate from Night Mare's mane, / Shall thy flutter past all the same?

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Oct 18, 2010

Glory, Oh GloryGlory, Oh Glory , / You wake in the ash and streams of blood; / You see past the cruel and rise high above;

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Mar 23, 2010

seulement la nocturneA forbidden fruit soaked in death, / Crawled in my mouth as i thus slept, / With anticipated movements crept,

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Sep 2, 2010

Willfull SurrenderIn a garden where snakes do play / I frolic in wonder toward their caves / Ripened they gather your flaws

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Sep 1, 2010

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