He became a true legend, dressing up in unique blackened clothes, and the tall-looking rubber-made hat, all the obtained jewelry hanging down from the neck, one pair of sunglasses every night, a couple of unified tattoos on the artistic arm and leg one by one constantly, the man who’s been a lyrical poet-to-poet. He sings about the ordinary voice, a voice that came darker than ever lived.
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
7-30-25
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