hopefully, hopefully,
Your waste builds life
your waste is
an excess of love.
I mark the river
and no
face could
make such town,
trickle this in
misanthropy.
its its its
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
hopefully, hopefully,
Your waste builds life
your waste is
an excess of love.
I mark the river
and no
face could
make such town,
trickle this in
misanthropy.
its its its
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