Man In A Suitcase
The Hanging Garden
Paper Airplanes (makeshift Wings) (demo Version)
The Great Disappointment (demo Version)
Who Said You Could Touch Me?
Advances In Modern Technology
Keeping Out Of Direct Sunlight (an Introduction)
Narrative Of Soul Against Soul
No Poetic Device
As the cries start to penetrate still air, this day we celebrate.
The wait now ends.
From four corners smoke plums into reddened sky.
In the face of latern light, my destiny flies.
This day so hallowed, from here to forever its will I will follow.
Tonight will come to life.
Deadened branches stirred by whispers in the wind.
Fall children fill the streets at dusk, at last, it all will begin.
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