Innocence
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Fate Of The Late

Crystal ball city inboundI am found sprawling streetsto innate feeling beat traitssound my destruction my defeat. Humble I am at the feet ofGod above love is abundantas we mumble trouble odd loveconfounded as if an infant. Structure we strive for loreto make us untroubled souls.It’s not about who can shout,It’s about the masters who control. Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.