Hope and pray
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind
I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
But why can't we speak and why are. spoken words fake and plain history in vain like Nik Cannon on a love movie sure, I wish the morning breeze of the movie was vivid and steam becoming an internal environment for unassigned as pride is family and our knees are turning into a bidding seed of a child.
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