Icy dread conspires against my voice.
She’s graceful, bold, deep (living), but she’s not my crush.
She creates the fountain, symbolizing the winter of my dreams.
Her web gleams, softly crushing me in sleep.
Ethereal souls have their grandeur wither in death.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
Icy dread conspires against my voice.
She’s graceful, bold, deep (living), but she’s not my crush.
She creates the fountain, symbolizing the winter of my dreams.
Her web gleams, softly crushing me in sleep.
Ethereal souls have their grandeur wither in death.
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