are you ?
that's when the wind changed, when i asked. it dropped the last last of a thousand afters -
and wrapped the tinsel laughing in the foyer of our discotheque.
that's when the elder proof took root in the cognizant. bore fruit and [ clasped rafter. ]
and perhaps a winsome blasting... though annoying, it's our affect.
but are you ? yet ?
and who's left to true ?
disaster ?
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
are you ?
that's when the wind changed, when i asked. it dropped the last last of a thousand afters -
and wrapped the tinsel laughing in the foyer of our discotheque.
that's when the elder proof took root in the cognizant. bore fruit and [ clasped rafter. ]
and perhaps a winsome blasting... though annoying, it's our affect.
but are you ? yet ?
and who's left to true ?
disaster ?
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