Clara Holt:
Where the wild roses grow
Clara Holt:
Count To Six And Die
Clara Holt:
All is full of love
Clara Holt:
Venere
Clara Holt:
On the third day he took me to the river
Clara Holt:
For my name was Elisa Day
Clara Holt:
"If I show you the roses will you follow?"
Clara Holt:
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
Clara Holt:
Lies
Clara Holt:
Cocoon