ALTER
Alter? When the hills do.
Falter? When the sun
Question if his glory
Be the perfect one.
Doth of the dew:
Even as herself, O friend!
I will of you!
Old London Bridge - Only for Poets
Connecting the Poets who digging heart of me Still death - Sabarnasri
HEARTY WELCOME & HAVE A NICE STAY
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