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The cold air stabbing there skin like knives. While it brushes agenst mine. They shiver I stand strong They breath frost And I breath fire. Who is weak now.
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Cold and Weak
The cold air stabbing there skin like knives. While it brushes agenst mine. They shiver I stand strong They breath frost And I breath fire. Who is weak now.
#fire#strength#weak#cold#frost
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joann-pena
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
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