It's always the art-felt pastel in your eyes; damning the curser and raising the right.
This is not the end, 2020, it will not be the end after all. This is not the end, 2020, it will not be the end after all.
Cranberry sauce stains the wide spikes Of the sky–calming the tides scuttling Cranberry sauce stains the wide spikes Of the sky–calming the tides scuttling
My therapist has long hair, sturdy and a, Kept face that, Enunciates dead.. My therapist has long hair, sturdy and a, Kept face that, Enunciates dead..
Three shots, I am full Three shots, I am full
And, I'm scattered fragments of Yet another mirror my trembling hands dropped And, I'm scattered fragments of Yet another mirror my trembling hands dropped
She was fourteen and wanted gallant falls, To fear her reign. She was fourteen and wanted gallant falls, To fear her reign.
The poem describes the city and suggests we help it grow and make it a happy place. The poem describes the city and suggests we help it grow and make it a happy pla...
Death is the beauty, Death is the beginning... Death is the beauty, Death is the beginning...
This state is bloodshed eyes, exhausted bodies And dying minds of the prison. This state dedic... This state is bloodshed eyes, exhausted bodies And dying minds of the prison....
No, no love We can't be afraid of the sixth And the last sin Envy, and your pride The l... No, no love We can't be afraid of the sixth And the last sin Envy, and ...