I become frost bitten responding to your words.
My limbs grow numb at the same time as my mind.
My hands grow cold at the same time as my heart.
My fingers turn black at the same time as my soul.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC
I become frost bitten responding to your words.
My limbs grow numb at the same time as my mind.
My hands grow cold at the same time as my heart.
My fingers turn black at the same time as my soul.
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