words don't travel as they use to blocked by mountains scared of river beds drowning in wastelands bringing death, to her knees singing her song that sweet last song
Tag: Tragedy
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i crave the peace trapped in a box of screaming wildebeest stomping around singing it's a small world after all, this is what they'll see on my final days death by Lion King, they'll laugh at that joke on their final meetup doing what it was intended, never want them to see the madness just… Continue reading closed casket:
Saint's Muse 