SáNity | Requiem Of a Flower Child.


The wild fragrance of Jasmine sings no more. The amusing songs of nightingale bloom no more If you roll downhill in tears of madness and heartbreaks. Child, with just a tiny spark of understanding inside Your front pockets you’ll survive in the valleys, regardless. You'll be crowned with ancient pearly smiles, tomorrow. Every avalanche of …

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