The emotional undercurrent is a
Turbulent storm of spite.
Dark as night, cold as snow,
This heart is a wasteland,
So plant me the seeds that will grow.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
The emotional undercurrent is a
Turbulent storm of spite.
Dark as night, cold as snow,
This heart is a wasteland,
So plant me the seeds that will grow.
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