He is not a wearing on moon.
Where as I am gone, he cowards
Confiding wards of indifferent natures
Unsafe us
He isn't hear from me
Heist
Gene Hackman
I am landing wing
Gentle spring confronts
Ponds as time, callous?
We, have given in?
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
He is not a wearing on moon.
Where as I am gone, he cowards
Confiding wards of indifferent natures
Unsafe us
He isn't hear from me
Heist
Gene Hackman
I am landing wing
Gentle spring confronts
Ponds as time, callous?
We, have given in?