the moment I lay my eyes on you,
it was like putting another stone on stomp,
I buried your soul from the first heavy stair
like I'm extracting your innocence,
this is how I became a fisher of men.
Using words to finish what lord made.
All we do is Catch fish.
The mall, Campus even the street are the only occean we live in.
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 6:26 AM UTC
the moment I lay my eyes on you,
it was like putting another stone on stomp,
I buried your soul from the first heavy stair
like I'm extracting your innocence,
this is how I became a fisher of men.
Using words to finish what lord made.
All we do is Catch fish.
The mall, Campus even the street are the only occean we live in.
Next.
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