RISE (SHE SAID)
HIGH TIDES OF MORNING RIDES
ALTITUDE IS NOTHING BLISS
DEMEANING PAINTINGS FURTHER COLLIDES
CAN? CAN THE ONE MAN HEAR THE HISS
ONCE THERE LAY A CLOCK
MY HEART LAY BORE
RISING MIGHT MAJESTIC COCK
GONE FOREVER, HEARD NO MORE
HIGH TIDES OF MORNING RIDES
ALTITUDE IS NOTHING BLISS
DEMEANING PAINTINGS FURTHER COLLIDES
CAN? CAN THE ONE MAN HEAR THE HISS
ONCE THERE LAY A CLOCK
MY HEART LAY BORE
RISING MIGHT MAJESTIC COCK
GONE FOREVER, HEARD NO MORE
Posted by husk at 9:39 AM
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