‘Tis a bitter storm that changes
colour to black, quick
ere the moment twists our fate
Ye’, a cruel ghastly flick.
colour to black, quick
ere the moment twists our fate
Ye’, a cruel ghastly flick.
Another fish bowl angled empty, s un is warming a purple sky, clouds dissipate acid rain, drought is expectantly nye Jim knows best, he’s l...
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