Noah Hamilton

Prodigal Son by Noah Hamilton Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on whatsapp Noah Hamilton (He/Him) Walking down Richmond Hill,With a guitar on my back,I feel free and in love,Without a panic attack. The North Mon treated me right,Through thick and thin,I wish to thank them,Even though on the gin. The love they gave me,Worth more…...

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