No Plagiarism!iWF2nbutIAHbnW7nct0Zposted on PENANA
When I look in the mirror, I see what not to be seen. Buildings so tall with cars so rapid, earthly beings overcome by such fetid. I see golden grains turn to dust, trees cut down for humans rush –gold was once it was, now rusty bronze with as shade of brass.498Please respect copyright.PENANALjogG8glua 8964 copyright protection494PENANAU0xt8m8SGd 維尼