November

Traces of Rust Within Iron Fists

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The Snow's Been Falling Now for Weeks

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Grey Photographs With Creases

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A Halo I Can't Abide

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The Fountains of Flame Turned Our Souls to Ash

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They Turned to Dust Amidst the Light

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A White Tree in a Pitch Black Forest

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Throw a Bird At the Sky and Shatter the Clouds

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Our Haunted Processions Denied

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