Rest, Assured
Satellite, thou artway out of time, but
worry not my cling-wrapped love
I will grow wings and fly through space,
dock and wipe the bug off thine interface.
Thy will be done, before Mars goes past its prime.
posted by lo! @ 8:25 PM
2 Comments:
i really like this one
Αttractivе section of сontent.
I juѕt stumbleԁ uрon your
ѕite and in accession capital to assеrt that I get actuаlly enjoyeԁ accοunt уour blog poѕts.
Any way I'll be subscribing to your augment and even I achievement you access consistently quickly.
Feel free to visit my blog: short term loans
Post a Comment
<< Home