The coldness consumes
Me in it's large, sharp cocoon.
I'm swallowed by it.
By the hard, crushing
Tragedy. I don't know what
To do to make it
Stop.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
The coldness consumes
Me in it's large, sharp cocoon.
I'm swallowed by it.
By the hard, crushing
Tragedy. I don't know what
To do to make it
Stop.
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