That Rear Vision Mirror
Forever in the rear mirror, in eloquent whispering to remind, the past draws our consciousness to reminisce, to remember in
Read moreForever in the rear mirror, in eloquent whispering to remind, the past draws our consciousness to reminisce, to remember in
Read moreHallowed steps, into my own dark halls, cotton wrapped and nurtured, where found the lies that I believed, forsaken my
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