Pictures
Pictures hung on the wall of our homes rise and fall.
Suffer we must, to be desired of ones lust.
We all die with shame and have no one else to blame.
All I want to know is in the end,
where do our pictures go....
Suffer we must, to be desired of ones lust.
We all die with shame and have no one else to blame.
All I want to know is in the end,
where do our pictures go....
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