Faces of wax
In the heap of bones
Faces of stone
It’s like bird-day tox
Green faces
Out of the blue
Pink races
Out of tune
Dim of saints
Mother nature’s claim
Feel like dying
For a second time.
W/S
(White Star Arts)
*pic. Hellblade
Faces of wax
In the heap of bones
Faces of stone
It’s like bird-day tox
Green faces
Out of the blue
Pink races
Out of tune
Dim of saints
Mother nature’s claim
Feel like dying
For a second time.
W/S
(White Star Arts)
*pic. Hellblade
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