Poetry Unleashed
Well it's Friday midnight,
and time was moving slowly
Earth could hardly breath,
Pulse suddenly stopped,
Poetry was dead.
The Beasts of the Underworld
have woken up.
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Well it's Friday midnight,
and time was moving slowly
Earth could hardly breath,
Pulse suddenly stopped,
Poetry was dead.
The Beasts of the Underworld
have woken up.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro