Dark
crease kept up with universe,universe was happy as long as crease was
there,where darkness was i dont know,but i do go somewhere in the hands of
time.wash dishes witches,im pullin up the switches.dont deny me,it'll only make
it owrse.first to respond to the dawn of time thing,thats me,sugarfree,absolutely.
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2006
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