Bloody Portrait
your colorful portrait is the door to my orbit, please love me when the rain is pouring, i thought id never seen the day that i am touring... , through your mind and through your vines , closed eyes when birds fly. birds burn , now opened eyes, look behind my portrait it was all lies... ,
Copyright © Davontay Harris | Year Posted 2018
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