Dec 2014
Sticks, stones, no broke bones
Troubles abound like plague but
your arms keep me safe
Troubles abound like plague but
your arms keep me safe
Gunfire is but starlight
And death but annoyance
When you gift me the greatest shield of all
Your presence.
And death but annoyance
When you gift me the greatest shield of all
Your presence.
Written by
Winter Silk
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