I Want To Pick Red Fruit In The Garden, Despite The Thunder And Lightning There Are Some Left Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

I Want To Pick Red Fruit In The Garden, Despite The Thunder And Lightning There Are Some Left



These withered petals are for you, they are re and green

i want your treasure that is gods will, my spirit is stong and if its strong enough and create it will stop me from falling in black hoes chaosgod i serve you you serve god we make a new form digestible to cupid

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