great powers are present
as i look trough my nicotin stained eyelids;
the storm of the century is here
others open their eyes
swans are leaving;
yet i stay
i´ll measure the ice every night
until it´s strong enough;
carry me to the spring
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
great powers are present
as i look trough my nicotin stained eyelids;
the storm of the century is here
others open their eyes
swans are leaving;
yet i stay
i´ll measure the ice every night
until it´s strong enough;
carry me to the spring
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