I'm not a poet, but I write poetry/I'm not a producer, but I produce music.

11/1/11

Yosha Shoham: When The Summer Comes

Yosha Shoham: When The Summer Comes: The aroma of GUN powder every hour fills the air with smoke, enough to make a WEED connoisseur choke. WHEN THE SUMMER COMES. BLOOD...
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