Most Serene Republic The Old Forever New Things
You are smiling too hard and the toddlers laughed it
back, "It's not from outside sources."
Like the run of a pair-like collision.
Of lips like a view unimaginable.
If you don't want fear stop giving, if you don't want
glee start taking too many things that height of 'fluence
and jumped the man onto the moat and into.
You are frowning too soft and the men cried it back "It's
all from inside sources." Like the walk of a single like
a near-missing of eyes.
If you don't want glee start taking too many things that
height of 'fluence and jumped the man onto the moat and
into.
Like a view of highly probable charity but from you, ends
and jumped the man on, the arbiter of nothing.
