When would the turn part
In honey rooms that don't fly
Why don't you fly and see
Windows as desks part
And Jest in time
You'll be Just as fine
Talking in hills climb
If your about
Signing my bottom line
Paris
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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