And if I die,
With my lie.
Please bury me -
Beneath your wooden tree.
A place less frequented -
With an epitaph hardly read .
With my lie.
Please bury me -
Beneath your wooden tree.
A place less frequented -
With an epitaph hardly read .
Come feed my inhibition, freedom, pain, and surrender. Usher me to breed creation for life, vision, and knowledge
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