worms in the leaf bed stems bend and streets end commonly the fruit bat reverie with no lack and growing on a whim
i found some pink glass buried under the deep end come near, find rest when november admits it
say something untrue and kind tuck me in and switch the light
there on the sun ledge wavering and plum green mint plant and cat friend watching something and going at a wren
i warmed up, kicked ass fully under a deadline singing soundless pulling blood through a bad rhymeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
