Roaming down my spine are shivers
Fingers, fear and dread
And films reels on a loop that trickle
Whispers through my head
Rising in their wake the goosebumps
Feather out and feel-
If only for an instant what's
Remembered then- is real
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:39 AM UTC
Roaming down my spine are shivers
Fingers, fear and dread
And films reels on a loop that trickle
Whispers through my head
Rising in their wake the goosebumps
Feather out and feel-
If only for an instant what's
Remembered then- is real
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