I Will Die Daily...
I will die daily,
I will become blind,
I will move mountains
And call Cupid
If
I do not sing something
To you my lady love.
For I seek satisfaction
In your adorable arms.
I will become blind,
I will move mountains
And call Cupid
If
I do not sing something
To you my lady love.
For I seek satisfaction
In your adorable arms.
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Killing Hope
29 July 2008
Really cool write, PZ.
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