Take the scorching sun from your stare be hot without the scalding declaration on your face
I am cooking you for the hungry crowd. I am to serve you and watch as
...lullabies of life splattered on asphalt, lullabies of a spirit who can't be caged lullabies of victories and defeats...
When faithlessness was glamorous and the hunger for money drove hordes into ditches of pride and depression he
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