fantasy birthday (f1)
#seduce#dream #sucess
one day I heard jeras speaking of the ninety boy
how could a ninety hold the strength of the ninety?
one day I heard of the ninety boy
how could the strength cause an alarm Through the inch and sleek of our barefooted town
though the seemingly rejection speak of woe
the maids only wash the hours of strife
slow and bumpy drive thru the day
we are only led by the blinks of lights
that one day the socks and wears we wear we're drifted off by loud snore and toils
we drifted for a tore like f1
but our back were too crook to imagine clearly what joi it might have started us
the sound of music hits hard on the sidewalks it exhumes in the darkenss of fear with whispers revealled on the gruntled papers and wide...