Les plus lus ▸Dave BontaBellwetherI could expect to age or boil over a compass busy with the north napping in a riot having been rescued from the dead I know no certaintyLire le poèmeApprendre par cœur
En colèreDave BontaRiotcalled to riot like any life no matter no peace we riot for a self and a silver spoon now found guilty like a raw black word the rope is older than the indictment all lands given to the great city stomach