In the wet frame of these windows I see a photo of a sad Friday What a stressful in your mourning tension I see heavy clouds Black clouds Fridays bloodshed in the rain I dont have blood on Fridays Plag Fridays Friday is a thousand years Fridays sadness. One gets tired of himself Screams with a closed lip Clazing the black cloud Fridays bloodshed in the rain Fridays blood. Plan
