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When the sky grew dark, And our hands went cold, I searched for warmth in your eyes, To find nothing but a colder soul.
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
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When the sky grew dark, And our hands went cold, I searched for warmth in your eyes, To find nothing but a colder soul.
zeeshan-riyad
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Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
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