The sun and the moon

April 17, 2019

His ill looking eye never confided in me

The cavity that lay in this chest is anything but morbid

Miles of grooves and fortresous i wish to sleep in him

I should have taken her golden embrace

The sweet smell of Daffodil, How manipulative her offer be

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