When The Poet Dreamed Of Angels |||||
She rises early from bed, runs to the mirror. The bruises in...
Some Kind Of Fool |||||
Maybe I'm wrong I should just keep moving on I suppose. But...
The Ink In The Well |||||
The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales, N...
The Scent Of Magnolia |||||
In the cow-dust hour Something's going down Whatever pierced...
Darkest Birds |||||
Here come the darkest birds To burst the bubble End of a per...
Victim Of Stars |||||
Words are blinded and the bows released lights tiny arrows p...
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