cristobal Benjumea

Freshman - 860 Points (190865 / jersey)

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

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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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013


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