Mecklenburg

Red Roses For A Blue Lady

I can see you, but you, you can't see me... I'll never let you get away with skipping by me on that summer day as I walked down Third Street... I hope you think you're cool enough for all you've created, because it'll never last... and all you've built; it will crumble fast... while you're still breaking herarts,
I'm plotting a placed to hide your bones.

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