Wept felt eyes of the suffering souls of my brothers eyes.
I wonder how I've crept in my own demise.
Truely you never know the killer behind you!
Maybe she is the hatred and animosity, she draws her eyes.
Childress features I dispose, but with a slow dagger she ....
She Kills!!!!!!
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 11:16 PM UTC
Wept felt eyes of the suffering souls of my brothers eyes.
I wonder how I've crept in my own demise.
Truely you never know the killer behind you!
Maybe she is the hatred and animosity, she draws her eyes.
Childress features I dispose, but with a slow dagger she ....
She Kills!!!!!!
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