Apr 2013
The Wind Pulled My Hair,
As It Angrily Bellowed,
Screaming From The North,
It Slipped Between My Fingers,
As I Reached For The Grey Sky
As It Angrily Bellowed,
Screaming From The North,
It Slipped Between My Fingers,
As I Reached For The Grey Sky
(F/Minnesota)
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