Biography
young soul who just wants to breathe.
Samples
smoke a mist to cover the times that i missed when i didnt get to see..you a distraction where the burn on my lip is a burn..on my lip from the burn on my lips where you left me addicted shrouded by the left hand of silence i keep parallel to these tumbling leaves in the wind aroused by the thought that we could let it burn and i could enhale it…
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