in the nature of red, nothing get's framed, the lungs reverberation, they have stolen all of my love, in the edges of introspect, I have to get out of here, where did I go wrong, nose bleed.
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Phantom masses of children red
Phantom masses of children red
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Phantom masses of children red
in the nature of red, nothing get's framed, the lungs reverberation, they have stolen all of my love, in the edges of introspect, I have to get o Read More
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