Contactez-nous

• Artiste: O Desolation
• Titre: Orange Monarch Butterflies
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
I watch you pull a smile upon red lips, think of breakfast in bed, stare at my hips. You wanted a song about god, well my love, here it is! Morning pops like fired glass upon all of this... I can. I can see taste it now. I can. I can kiss you now. My eyes, are now seeing skin. My brain, will begin to think... I watch you pull a smile upon red lips, think of breakfast in bed, stare at my hips. You wanted a song about god, well my love, here it is! Morning pops like fired glass upon all of this... Orange Monarch Butterflies crash upon your skin! Turning flesh to heat to poems we begin to wake up on a sheet, covered in the vintage leaves. Clarity is a simple morning. Hot rain has ignited everything.