Bemused twitch curling my lips, As thrilling horse stampede the past. Such a life line to melancholy maize, Cauldron window's, Bewitching moments, Before, betwixt, after and beyond. Somewhere beauty, That rose dew on blackened rain, in bank manager futures. And I want to cry the death of sweet, If only I could remember her name.Birth sign: Virgo
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