Misdemeanor Hatered Wrenching This Burning Memory
Misdemeanor chorus
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It brings a tear
Peeling at our story
Hatered like an orgy
Faces faces
It brings us down
Feeling with our money
Wrenching at the glory
Aces aces
We fight the sound
Lunatics among us
This work tends to fold us
Graces graces
The madman's out
Murder like a constant
Burning from the onset
Places places
The sun burns out
Dismal dreams won't bore us
Memory destroys us
Cages cages
For angels found
5 Comments:
We get rid of one plague only to face others.
verifier word: "anquowy."
I like them on pizza.
The flower is a foremost mindset. Like a splinter.
Tx, Mrs. Blink!!!!
(I HOPE you dint mean DAISY!!!!!!!!)
did u write that yourself or something....
Josephine it is always.
It is Josephine's Apophenia Minor.
It is always Josephine, or it is as visible otherwise.
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