Feeding from the latent,
And begging for curios
I've assumed thy shape
. Oh tender thing,
Vicious I am not !
For spreading tender wings
Were thy plight at birth !. You, the little Seraphim,
Progeny of the immaculate
Awaiting your escarpment
Slender Cousin. . in the
Feeding from the latent,
And begging for curios
I've assumed thy shape
. Oh tender thing,
Vicious I am not !
For spreading tender wings
Were thy plight at birth !. You, the little Seraphim,
Progeny of the immaculate
Awaiting your escarpment
Slender Cousin. . in the
Feeding from the latent,
And begging for curios
I've assumed thy shape
. Oh tender thing,
Vicious I am not !
For spreading tender wings
Were thy plight at birth !. You, the little Seraphim,
Progeny of the immaculate
Awaiting your escarpment
Slender Cousin. . in the
I Don't Need A Babysitter