Phone Calls From the Dead (Remove filter)
Blew Away
Blew Me Away……You Drew Me Away.
The Glass Shingles
Clatter In The Storm.
I’m Not What I Seem.
I’m Not A Mystery.
I’m Understandable
And I’m Undistorted In Light.
Blew Me Away……You Flew Me Today.
The Brass Doorway
Leads To My Leaves.
Now I’m What I Sing.
Predictable In A Dream.
No Wonder Meant In My Feet.
I Am Defeat.
Sunday 19th May 2019 5:06 am
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