L lizor_08 New Member 29 Mayo 2008 57 0 0 12 Mayo 2009 #1 A slumber dawns its glow, sea of dreams rush there tide. Short breath spout sheets below, wintry doze and days die. Death drips its blood bled boldly, upon sheets and tomb. For a leech lurched only, back your head loom.
A slumber dawns its glow, sea of dreams rush there tide. Short breath spout sheets below, wintry doze and days die. Death drips its blood bled boldly, upon sheets and tomb. For a leech lurched only, back your head loom.
