The Spring Recordings

The pigeons which flutter in the meadow

My Windows Sunshine Is The Only Lighting

Taking Prescribed Medication

this hell is permeating...

Reoccuring Things I Never Told You, And I Can't Tell Myself

Air Filled Her Iron Lung

nights cold, without yr warmth

Like Clouds And Trees

if i die,, will u follow me out?

i thot u were an angel