I blew through years,
And watched others die.
Slowed down, came back
Still the same demise.
Reach back, find a
Place to hide.
That wind
will hold you to your word.
...that wind
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
I blew through years,
And watched others die.
Slowed down, came back
Still the same demise.
Reach back, find a
Place to hide.
That wind
will hold you to your word.
...that wind
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