He used to dream
of date palms, covering
the defended wounds.
The scoli crab after
the fall will stay. It will
not change the referendum.
The neuter will not
form the trinity. I will
not hear the signals.
Night was not yet
dark to explore the moon.
My stars remain faded.
O country, the people
O planets, the goddess
of **** is dead.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
He used to dream
of date palms, covering
the defended wounds.
The scoli crab after
the fall will stay. It will
not change the referendum.
The neuter will not
form the trinity. I will
not hear the signals.
Night was not yet
dark to explore the moon.
My stars remain faded.
O country, the people
O planets, the goddess
of **** is dead.