Drade Poem by Timothy Long

Drade



Slayin in my coffin in drade, my style the do not have to go, be my savoiur or thee's death witth the scent of depp, he was one of few, who was good with my vinigour, but not my sourness

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Timothy Long

Timothy Long

Auburn, New York
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