DESTITUTE CLOTH

Look at my callouse atire WHOE OH! OH OH! It seems to have  a cheerless flow. Destitute is not all around me, but the rush of excietment fills the rooms, and for the deviltry women there are despot groomes. This event that was semble to me has a dark feeling but still it feels good, WHOE! oh oh oh! The rush flows fast threw my vains be gone with the carpet red wine stains. Look at me can you see the despot in my heart from A LOWER, FROM BENEATH, FROM UNDER YOUR CHART,EWW YAYA! my love is thick as tar my world came from far, the night , hay the night has taken its color the night, the night, like red velvet and black silk, silk minded silk blood come on silk love.