WHEN CLUMSY MEETS RUDE
Graces bookswoke up with scratches on my facei'd apologize for bleeding on your shirtget out of my head and into my cartrouble when you walked in
I said putting on a smile and Sylvia return with a bit scowl,
She huffed and rolled her balls, "but I thought you love music more,," "Yeah partially, music is just like a dream, when you find yourself having dreams of something you wish for coming to pass, you wouldn't want to come out of it, so I just sing to ease myself up Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything." I said dreamily... and Sylvia looked aside, we continued walking. Sylvia stoped at a track and Sylvia started swing her body, her head spun around the room as my lips slowly patted.
She turned to me immediately,