Seed 19(Diurnal Rage)
All the rage today. Request a compliment Babes You are the youngest In my blooming stack Of which no proof yet exists Save life'S EM FIELD. The rose may wither But a constant reminder Exists with you al- Ways. Mankind's silver Doomed from first lined trimester. To find silver's count And count up we shall. (Mo)ments, you and me, TIME 3 Too big of a lie To parse by our lot But silver spoon is gold star For you, you alone Daughter, back achu. No more curse means just that yeah? We won lotteries. Seed disorder blooms What is TREE(G64) In forever/eternal field?