The rays of the moon in my dance,
Lethal spillage of color.
I’m short on butterflies.
The hypocrites are barely saved.
When I lose my voice
Splendor will smell me.
Saturday-
Closed water storage area.
The rays of the moon in my dance,
Lethal spillage of color.
I’m short on butterflies.
The hypocrites are barely saved.
When I lose my voice
Splendor will smell me.
Saturday-
Closed water storage area.
Miniature Moon 