how the dark intertwined with time
how the dark intertwined with time the sickness of day drinking it was the worst my thoughts slowly draining down the filthy sink in a bli...
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A boy.. Like a toy In a constant stream he flows.. I watch as he grows.. My presence he knows.. Admires he, me as a mountain on it he sees... -
how the dark intertwined with time the sickness of day drinking it was the worst my thoughts slowly draining down the filthy sink in a bli...
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