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Jul 2020
A once called winter soldier
A mouse inside my fist crawling all over my body.
Calling upon my winter soldier who is solitude to fight.
And I can't cease it to exist--
I once called a cold-hearted warlock,
I wish that will never come back.
Written by
Xanny Riddle  21/M/abyss
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