Hurtling down a backwoods road, in search of fat trout waiting, you wonder:
Is this world filled with bait I chase?
Around this corner, will I lose control?
Cover my body, not for the sight but the sound of the audience attempting to mask their presence.
Is this world filled with bait I chase?
Around this corner, will I lose control?
Cover my body, not for the sight but the sound of the audience attempting to mask their presence.
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