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The streams of fog and –– the frigid air whispers me; (I'm) Dressed in thick clothes, Yet, even just a whisper, my heart still feels cold. Will you give me your –– immense warmth?
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
Haunted by a Whisper
The streams of fog and –– the frigid air whispers me; (I'm) Dressed in thick clothes, Yet, even just a whisper, my heart still feels cold. Will you give me your –– immense warmth?
Tonight, the weather is inclement and I am freezing as hell.
Paolo-garcia
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
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