He walks around
A trait of a hound
In despair of finding her
She was his air
He just got his heart stitched
Due to his heart getting pitched
He is yet to learn
He only knows how to run
Maybe he is not son to Adam
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
He walks around
A trait of a hound
In despair of finding her
She was his air
He just got his heart stitched
Due to his heart getting pitched
He is yet to learn
He only knows how to run
Maybe he is not son to Adam
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