Speak of the devil,
Look who just walked into the room
The guilt-invaded notion
Of someone I once knew
All the perfect moments are wrong
All the precious peices are gone
Everything that mattered is just,
A city of dust,
Covering both of us...
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Okay, sure, lets start off this book with a lame pencil drawing of Willow and a song nobody will know.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Safirarts
ΤυχαίοHello, welcome to AARIO! And to my old readers, welcome back! Be prepared to have your eyes eternally damaged by my awful art. (In case you didn't notice, this is an art book) ((Just wanted to point that out))
