I walk through the streets like death,
I meet to greet treated like a funeral *****
I speak on the benches like a prisoner of time,
I prophasize in celeste,
I am your homeless guest
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
I walk through the streets like death,
I meet to greet treated like a funeral *****
I speak on the benches like a prisoner of time,
I prophasize in celeste,
I am your homeless guest
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