We long for warmth against our dry skin
Every breath more apparent then before
Ice crystals cling to our untamed hair
All of our spirits become dull
We are winter torn
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
We long for warmth against our dry skin
Every breath more apparent then before
Ice crystals cling to our untamed hair
All of our spirits become dull
We are winter torn
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