my hand are cold as ice
there shakeing like runing mice!
my hands are the color of the dark moon
as it becomes dawn
as i fight the unatural
of the powefull nature
as i go into the wind
i take my last cold breath
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
my hand are cold as ice
there shakeing like runing mice!
my hands are the color of the dark moon
as it becomes dawn
as i fight the unatural
of the powefull nature
as i go into the wind
i take my last cold breath
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