…ain’t no sin, it could be the perfect blend, but then who would win, it could start some crap all over again. Is white and brown…… brown, get down, your bags is in the lost and found, or maybe you’re in the wrong town, either way your identity can’t be found, is it confusing, who’s doing the choosing, they must be boozing or using, what are we doing and where are we going, no one is scoring, this game is boring.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 10th, 2022 01:19
- Category: Unclassified
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