by eeejaypaterson, New Jersey, USA
Aug 2017 421 Views 0 comments
whine
whine
why have I never enough
what haunts you
we have all things
we're empty
when erstwhile ruined empires
would have every need
was our unfulfilled love derided
wind abbot'o sea
which I now desire
witch have I changed helpless
wine it's tomorrow can't help
why have I never enough
what haunts you
we have all things
we're empty
when erstwhile ruined empires
would have every need
was our unfulfilled love derided
wind abbot'o sea
which I now desire
witch have I changed helpless
wine it's tomorrow can't help
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Posted: Aug 2017
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