godmund's words
I can imagine
Being an honest child, I saw little.
Till she dies.
Now beauty. For Now PERFECTION isnt beautiful
she reads as she strolls as she is as she sighs
beauty distracts because it is.
I can imagine
Being an honest child, I saw little.
Till she dies.
Now beauty. For Now PERFECTION isnt beautiful
she reads as she strolls as she is as she sighs
beauty distracts because it is.