An Open Grave Unaware
Making they twice damnation's child than themselves ? When....
An evil entity leaves their abode left wondering amid the wilderness
Determing time's cost while weighing out another thirty sheckles be irony
What's the story morning glory need a little spot to wake up: naked atop her shores
Derriere due north his alabaster box's great divide; sand pebble eyes parched lips choking
Upon her starfish holding tight a golden statuette and how their west was won ? Champagne tulips
Running through fields of mars trekking about another seaside resort sparkling sails banners wavering
Blue red carpet rides gathering seven tides washing away flowers which never were in her hair: gray ghost.
Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014
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