Drops of cold that sting my skin,
As I walk on through the rain..
The sweetness of this
It may be bliss
But is only measured as pain.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
Drops of cold that sting my skin,
As I walk on through the rain..
The sweetness of this
It may be bliss
But is only measured as pain.
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