From Ten to Queen
Nowhere to run, no sense to sin.
And there's no reason to obey.
I have the strength to curse my way.
I have the strength to let it go.
While watching trees and ices grow.
So see the world, shamanic eyes.
See your Queen and throw the dice.
• Morova poGreshnost' •
23.06.2024
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