Deep in the woods
there is a land of falsehoods.
The weight of regret vacillate.
A land to create.
I feel odium in this land.
Lost souls that planed,
planed to cross over.
Wanting to takeover.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
Deep in the woods
there is a land of falsehoods.
The weight of regret vacillate.
A land to create.
I feel odium in this land.
Lost souls that planed,
planed to cross over.
Wanting to takeover.
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