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I think your genes are intertwined with the seasons Spring, Summer, Fall were hard to believe Then winter intervenes Tears turns into icicles Blind cold rage blocks your ability to see Choking on snow causes me to stop breathing Death is cold “Death, Do you want me?”
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Seasons on End
I think your genes are intertwined with the seasons Spring, Summer, Fall were hard to believe Then winter intervenes Tears turns into icicles Blind cold rage blocks your ability to see Choking on snow causes me to stop breathing Death is cold “Death, Do you want me?”
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Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
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