Manna is sickA Poem by winter;lyra
Manna is sick
Manna is sick As you can tell by the ring of her bells She might as well be well Manna is sick But by the way she sings It comes like a subtle wind of a queery queen Manna is sick She's at home, still minding her loam Still meddling with my own Manna is sick © 2017 winter;lyra |
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Added on August 28, 2017 Last Updated on August 28, 2017 Author
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