no man starts in hiding there must be something from witch he hid
for all the words of love and longing stem from empathy we give
its not lintel are hearts are shattered stone to sand and sand to glass
we feel it best to guard are platter sweet the fruit concealed from pests
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC
no man starts in hiding there must be something from witch he hid
for all the words of love and longing stem from empathy we give
its not lintel are hearts are shattered stone to sand and sand to glass
we feel it best to guard are platter sweet the fruit concealed from pests
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