Lletres:
A Dead Letter Promise We Don T Hide The Face

Sell yourself for a dime a dozen lucky numbers. Let it all slip away, the silent release. You danced like a marionette, twirling as each shot rang out

parts. You gotta speak the speech like I pronounced it a?? Don't rush it, don't milk it, don't drag it, don't bounce it. I mean, do it trippingly on