There was a time when I leftTowards the railing, a woodenWhite railing that was guarding the beachAbove the rocks, long away from the oceanYet the wat..
Its a strange sound producedwhen nothing can be said about youyou contradict everything known about youall I am sure is my memories, and right nownot ..
I wish i could play the pianoright now....but everyone in my house is sleepingI also cannot write piano.smear a philadelfipha sound witchand open a bo..