William
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So exsquisite I admire like a poem in a jade stone, Etched are my cries... into the flesh of it's jade tone, Ever last exquisite... the intracacies of my love, Bullions of silver or the moon couldn't match my love, prerequisites of growing is a dark time through the dirt, Truly we're unknowing... only knowing that we're wanting love, Surrounded yet so lonely... in a pasture called broken promise, Willow trees wither round me... and though their not I know their crying, A melancholy night inside a heart, Poem etched in jade stone, Dear Destiny my sweetheart... I black rose pasture roam.
What would the gwap make you do. How far would you go to get where you want to be financially. What do you think on the importance a lot of people place on very large quantities of money. Would you kill for the money in the pic?