They say its lonely at the top I have a close circle that's what we want used to have the jug flip a script at the spot oxycontin what you want
By Robert mackenna3 years ago in Poets
Her waters are farther and we see the imposter cultivated from the dark mud fostered can you see the sky ? can you hear the waves a crashing by?
Riddles in time/my broken alibi.you wonder why am I so hard to find You played my heart I sentenced you to life another shot in the dark