BB. 7

Step inside a making of, temple of doom when the aching rubs.. The flashback will provide you a guiding hub, no maps you can track, only seek to judge.. Will the ways of said days be impending grudge, or the rain I have prayed be a sign to clutch, hold on tight, would you kindly love.. And when you get close to say, only thing I want is to be a whispers away, when it comes time to see, I'll show you what I mean by all means let your feeling's play.. Should it be inconspicuously, there's a bind you can trust if it's meant to be.. As long as the mind doesn't sit-back, rust, the mental vines may be fine when it's trimmed and cut.. The rose, bush, and seeds, is like your body, grow it for the one you desire it's a hobby indeed..

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