Oven Coven Woven Red Dead Children
March 30, 2010, by Homme De Sept-Iles
the river runs red the rocket doesn’t skate here anymore these buildings shelter nobody and arenas fly your golden duck walk park white ivory shoespat sting flag is a million michael click pique the rocket runs cold lafleur ain’t bold no more cold anymore and the floor splashed silver spun my head in the licked liquid frash and froth cracked spring the flower wilted the gentlemen smiled the gods feigned smile where nobody and when anybody saw summer laughing in red glinted narrows over cloven cleven spleer branched white ride dying
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