The November Sing-Along
As the coal brushes against your lips. A tender kiss goodnight. Goodbye to all the shadows, that have filled my life. I cant see my hands in front of me, the autumn night is thick with greif. But i will hold your love dear to me, lighting my way. The path is narrow, hard, and long. But i will walk it screaming, as i sing this song. So sing along, my choir. -Jory
posted by Anonymous @ 9:23 PM
2 Comments:
spam is the alternative to ham which is also the less expensive and less time consuming of the two.
yep ive lost my mind....
why hello there my dear friend preynolds why might i ask are you using such a name as your username?
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