Jun 2018
I am a suggestion about to be sang,
a harpie awaiting the midnight.
I was an allurement before your birth,
a whisper stored hellwards.
noting your worth.
a harpie awaiting the midnight.
I was an allurement before your birth,
a whisper stored hellwards.
noting your worth.
(60/M/croydon)
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