I wish I'd fought
Fought for the fort of love
You were my heroine
My heroine made from pure ******
Then you lead me to a maze
A maze made from pure maize
And when you left me I wore my greave
But the greave didn't stop my greaving
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
I wish I'd fought
Fought for the fort of love
You were my heroine
My heroine made from pure ******
Then you lead me to a maze
A maze made from pure maize
And when you left me I wore my greave
But the greave didn't stop my greaving
Thought I'd have a go :3
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