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My tongue cannot do
While stuck inside throat of blue
All I can think is you
While the torrents of my mind
Roar like the rising tide
Of raging oceans up inside
Am I the groom, or am I bride?
Or does it matter in the long run
If I'm happy and have a son
Who's smile's like the rising sun
And makes me feel like number one
The "one" I know is the player
Of this world, I am it's savior
With infinite lives
I can fantasize
Of a world all that is mine
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Fire Flying- Art Book #5
RandomHEY HEY HEY Y'ALL It's ya mum, Mozzi. Back at it again with art of dragons, crack ships, and frick-tons of feels. ((Best rating- 284 in Random)) so fasten your seatbelt, kiddos, it's gonna be a fun ride Featuring lots of SkyWings, and really angsty...
