To call a voice
upon the death
of morning waits
to hear the rest
to breathe thy blood
hath shed for all
a wine to drink
or stealth a fall
Brought upon this journey alone
shall spoken thy tale
of those whom called to death
by drinking his life filled ale
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Whatnots and Whatevers
Just blow it all out your a**. =) I'm putting whatevrs on my mind or thigns i wanta keep or even if i just wanta rant. Sometimes, I just do it for gold.
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