A cold wind dashes through me like a dart
Calling out a name, a name I dare not speak
Piercing through my skin and into my heart
I ask myself what does it beskeak
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
A cold wind dashes through me like a dart
Calling out a name, a name I dare not speak
Piercing through my skin and into my heart
I ask myself what does it beskeak
Its been a while since I written anything
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