Splinter shaving rhyming jubilee
Stirring up something supreme on my climate moody ring
My island's a stupid thing
It's built on all the desire illusions bring
It's the fire and blue and green
I'm tired, excruciating crucible a shaphire's exuberance
Idk, it's like, I work outside yet admire the cubicle..
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
Last edited by Wise Wiggles; 12-03-2015 at 09:38 PM.
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