Static motion. Useless beyond me. One. It’s where death comes to lie. Wilderness.
Wilderness
Come
Death
Where
One
Me
Useless
Static motion
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
“Lady (You Bring Me Up)”. Homely, what are we going to do about it? I mean, come on. Energy is what kind of fuel it takes. That was Chelanna...
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