03-02-2015, 04:47 PM
poor rules bent to fracture
pretzel makers see no way out
salt stings the open wound
our wounds, our rules
has fate not had her fill?
we live our best
confined within her will
pretzel makers see no way out
salt stings the open wound
our wounds, our rules
has fate not had her fill?
we live our best
confined within her will
i used to know a lotta stuff, but i still have eight cats