Watch my word
In one context with the bowl around, we are all some nets' searching soul which sorround.
Colds that holds us tight, we preserve.
And so we do deserve the sight.
Never there had been a Reserve for a might.
But that's okay for a night which happens for each kind.
I don't feel to fight.
Cause there is no reason for it, so every season shore a kid sit' I will my pants.
Sands has wrapped on my eyes like a kit.
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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