From not so immaculate conception and through the rest of my youthful years
That's when we fist exchanged names
In fruitless hopes, pure ordained
What can I say? I found you in the doctrine of conformists dreams
Classical and predictable and free of sins
We were holding hands walking through the frozen foods plane
They wake up one day and figure out they found their savior
This sheep lost it's way; they say she will drown in the turbulent pools of damnation
Trinity got lost a few months ago in the supermarket, again, by the frozen foods plane...
It just let go of my hand and ran away
About Me
Where you and I get lost
this image belongs to me
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