As the cold creeps in,
Underneath your skin,
As all your ground,
Turns upside down,
Left and right,
gone with the night,
And all you fear,
Is drawing near.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC
As the cold creeps in,
Underneath your skin,
As all your ground,
Turns upside down,
Left and right,
gone with the night,
And all you fear,
Is drawing near.
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