Road maps. How be it, but for the grace of God, I go?
Road maps. Trust in God. Late. Surrender. Illiterate.
Road maps. Sir. Rand. Potluck.
Road maps
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Bank. I am smoking Isla Porras smoke rings. Blood work. We are children. I want my Father. People. Would you believe it? Selfish and rude. I...
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