My honor got loose like a cutting net
But Projected a basket in my mind ,
could not hold thoughts.
I once held a condolence visits to
Everyone who has stolen freedom,
like old Lucifer speaking to my heart.
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
My honor got loose like a cutting net
But Projected a basket in my mind ,
could not hold thoughts.
I once held a condolence visits to
Everyone who has stolen freedom,
like old Lucifer speaking to my heart.
Old page of my past
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