Wild Wilderness Woman
I turn to mop the blood from my face and his echoes whisphers......
Its a pretty shelf, I made it myself,
Echoes, whisphers,
Then the rain came....
I turn to mop the blood from my face and his echoes whisphers......
Its a pretty shelf, I made it myself,
Echoes, whisphers,
Then the rain came....
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