I hear the novel scream,
Good animals of Sven
The war is still descending
With the rain
To piece into the grounds
And splash o to the asphalt that will spill
A Word or two on the cries of a soul
That lived with the intensity of natural tempests
Jun 12, 2021
Jun 12, 2021 at 3:55 PM UTC
I hear the novel scream,
Good animals of Sven
The war is still descending
With the rain
To piece into the grounds
And splash o to the asphalt that will spill
A Word or two on the cries of a soul
That lived with the intensity of natural tempests
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