)Together unbuilt, the gathering dust breaks the air, to only and subtly release the tensions motivated uproar from the shine of a specktor to the graveyard reasons why we play so close to fire. His curtail overthrows me, and like a wave begins the ocean I am unturned and ruthless. Scattered and bare my heart like wreckage. canvas of love and sour paint
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
)Together unbuilt, the gathering dust breaks the air, to only and subtly release the tensions motivated uproar from the shine of a specktor to the graveyard reasons why we play so close to fire. His curtail overthrows me, and like a wave begins the ocean I am unturned and ruthless. Scattered and bare my heart like wreckage. canvas of love and sour paint
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