The kids round here look just like shadows, always quiet, holding hands

The kids find joy in hearts that are black and blue.	We don't write 'round here much anymore	We sang it a song before it went in the ground	****
Spray Paint Guardians	A smile comes to the mouth of the river.	He is coming. He is coming. HE IS HERE.	Forts made of chairs and blankets
an elder hand	The second hand is stopped just after the four, twitching periodically. Outside, a cold rain.	story of people of disyr	November 26, 2008
September 10, 2006	Haunt - Part Three	October 25, 2004	Matthew 26
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