Arthritis Nud Talocruralis

The Rival

La Luna, if smile, you look like. Das

the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both
takers you are great light. O
His mouth grieves for the world is yours is
indifferent
and your first gift is to exchange it all in stone.
I wake up in a mausoleum, you're here
drumming his fingers on the marble table, looking
cigarettes
with resentment of women, but not so nervous,
dying to say something that does not support response.
moon also debases their vassals,
but in the light of day makes a fool of myself. CHT