3d
Your call is demonic.
Like sulfur.
Serenading my nostrils to a high unspoken.
As your little white lies dance around me like a pole,
I realize, I'm the fool.
Like sulfur.
Serenading my nostrils to a high unspoken.
As your little white lies dance around me like a pole,
I realize, I'm the fool.
(33/M/Hell)
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