Opus
He and I We invariably decay, From too much infatuation. It’s the pedigree you pay for loving the absolute lariat, who’s contemplative, pensive and glorious, above. Leaves you for days, to not consider, or shunEvery move is spoken clear,get better and climb the rudder’s rear so that you can fall down the steps. We, don’t side with anotherHold a hunk of him, always near The tranche, hidden unde...