your soul has planted tall trees that grow
Up to the sky,
Branches as strong as the hope for a future between you and I;
These trees I have grown to despise
Because they are just as bright a green as the rim around your eyes
poop
v slow & just a little selective; always accepting plots, pls ask for aim.
Merry Christmas
I’m sure you have a ton of these, but I saw this and wanted to get it for you. Apparently it’s a big deal? It’s a Gibson Ripper II. I know you’ll treat it well. Keep your chin up, dude.
