Jan 2016
Let us sing of your sorrow over our glasses
Until all your past has been cleaned of the dust
Taken out for a walk and sat down in good trust
Even the darkest maledictions can be assets
Until all your past has been cleaned of the dust
Taken out for a walk and sat down in good trust
Even the darkest maledictions can be assets
(28/M/Within The Omniverse)
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