THE DYING SWANS:
MEWITHOUTYOU
THE DYING SWANS:
TINY MASKED FACES
THE DYING SWANS:
SUCH SMALL HANDS
THE DYING SWANS:
CLENCHED LITTLE TEETH
THE DYING SWANS:
I WANT TO TASTE DARK WATER AND SEE CRACKLING TREES AND WILD WINDS
THE DYING SWANS:
DEAD SOULS
THE DYING SWANS:
A SEASIDE FRAMED IN GLASS
THE DYING SWANS:
PASS INTO NOTHINGNESS
THE DYING SWANS:
OUR SKIN IS AN EXPANSIVE FOLDED MAP
THE DYING SWANS:
WATCH IT WITHER AND DIE
