i couldn't afford to win tales sorta grimm
clear water tint master order quarters spin
go head sort this shit poor and sick shift
gears sick spears stick in a organ grid
caught in the core of kitch makers mark
tournaments i am the audience
accordance living ornaments altered wish
thoughts resist alternate flair in stalker trips
you are no realer then dreams we sell all the kids....
Last edited by brokenhal0; 01-28-2019 at 04:12 AM.
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