We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from
Carrion my name
For those who chose to mouth the
The needle in the eye of the hurricane
The poison in
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade
Wooed by Dresden serenades
Her
One might see in Mina
My disease
But it was She who
One dark afternoon
Like a shadow I flew
Through the rain that
I've never been closer
I've tried to understand
That certain feeling
Carved b
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho
I’m chaos international
The writing on the wall
A Lazarus in parable
A
“I will give to drink without cost from the spring
With the snow fallen thick
And bonfires alit
And shooting stars portents
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