Actor's Geld

Extracting words is fatal autopsy your plastic reactions charged innocent it’s no surprise to me like that first November’s kiss that would seem warm to me if this was early in the next year it’s where your husbandry grows showering from below glorify your grudge again I should have known I was hurting you but these bottles were killing me a few ounces of trust challenged my ability we should have known love like we used to but this muscle is aching me it’s your heart I dropped it should have never lent it to me it’s so soiled this is you asleep over toiled broken shower stalls won’t make this clean three thirty six reasons to live now one more to die your blood mixed with mine.