laments-and-burlesque: It was at that point I knew this was second-to-last Sniffing brimstone, I saw scythes My memories whirled under the pale streetlight It’s reflective shards fogged-over with these parting words: “Forget you ever met me.”
laments-and-burlesque: It was at that point I knew this was second-to-last Sniffing brimstone, I saw scythes My memories whirled under the pale streetlight It’s reflective shards fogged-over with these parting words: “Forget you ever met me.”
