Blog :: Nov 02 17, 23:05

by Amaryllia, (http://amaryllia.shoe.org/)

"I had longing
Isn't that the key
Take take taste taste sweet
They said I'd gone south
I'd gone asunder
They don't know hunger or what I been under
They were all laughing
Thought I was debris
I was just free

We were ready to behave
But there's no freedom
Without no key
Whatever you think you've become
Don't worry bout it dear it's where you come from".(Emily Wells - Becomes the Color)

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