The Perks Of Dying
Free from restraintsPoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Concrete Angels | 0 | 06/08/2011 |
| The Drowning Of King Jossik | 0 | 03/29/2011 |
| Life (Or Lack Thereof) | 0 | 03/22/2011 |
| Ark Angel | 1 | 03/14/2011 |
| Where I'm From | 1 | 03/11/2011 |
| Guttered Candles | 1 | 03/11/2011 |
| The Counter Crook | 1 | 03/11/2011 |
| Metronome | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
| Dreidoll's Lullaby (The Writ Of Flight) | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
| Welcome Home | 1 | 03/11/2011 |
| Back To Sleep | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
| The Law Of Moss | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
| Paper Memorial | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
| Everything You've Loved | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
| Carve My Heart | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
| Dear Mother, Father | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
| Truths | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
| The Perks Of Dying | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
| Predator | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
| Hunter | 0 | 03/11/2011 |
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