Up from the ground,
We grow from a seed,
That can be found.
All through out nature, too,
Feed us air.
We laugh to boot,
To see the suit, of growing sit,
You know, the ashes.
It's my line now.
Ah, love.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
Up from the ground,
We grow from a seed,
That can be found.
All through out nature, too,
Feed us air.
We laugh to boot,
To see the suit, of growing sit,
You know, the ashes.
It's my line now.
Ah, love.
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