This fist full of life, warmed by paper
If I was to ever be cold, I know that money could solve it
Even in the deepest of economic depressions
Frequent days of labor, and frigid restless work until twilight
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 3:47 AM UTC
This fist full of life, warmed by paper
If I was to ever be cold, I know that money could solve it
Even in the deepest of economic depressions
Frequent days of labor, and frigid restless work until twilight
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