Knives and a Desolate Marriage To Harm.
speak. your words. blue birds go SCREECH! as i meet the sirs, and madams, crab jam jelly in my belly for the
aqua king, cause everything stings fast, it lasts, my future, past, masked by the fact that i laugh when you say,
danger.
Copyright © Steve Stavropoulos | Year Posted 2009
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