Yet, dolour affirmed the fib, Perfidiously died in a lap of autumn. Help, help! I am alive, seems like already forgotten. Astrophil urged Stella, Dirge of angst in a slur, Wait , wait! He hung fire for the love of her. I try, i cry, yes i unfold, i die, Let the darth befall, Espy... Continue Reading →



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