Light a candle
You may sense my deep drawn sighs as yet a graveyard draught but I just crave your kind attention a candle for my forgotten grave. My father used to shut […]
You may sense my deep drawn sighs as yet a graveyard draught but I just crave your kind attention a candle for my forgotten grave. My father used to shut […]
Chain me — cause soon the beaver moon will spill its silver in my chamber and curse my nightshade eyes with crave and hunger Chain me — cause I can […]
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