throughout The spaces meant for it to be! "Reaching, to hold onto, the liquid, rain" The perspiration on a sweating soul tells The body what is known The the water
sets its course to remain just that If not for the blatant disregard for its purity It would never uncover the anger *stormlit, aqua* The crest of the waters
The spaces meant for it to be! "Reaching, to hold onto, the liquid, rain" The perspiration on a sweating soul tells The body what is known The the water
Traduzione: Ateo. Acqua.
