The colour like fear, I know your realations, I know you complications
this is my grave, See the frock and it's amber. Reach with that last
no it is not. pain. Grasp out your forgotten life. Reach boy.
standard,falling twisted and meaningless Wait.....The colour like fear...
follow thin line ask me again, question this is my grave
the very fabric of that shroud. I have lost.
Reason for writing:
The history is clear and obscure my sign is the beacon.
Birth sign: Not entered
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