Oh dear friend

Air as freezing as my feet, oh mydear just have a seatlook at me myforehead sweatysay it to me: Are you ready? Skin as dry as gin in bottlesYour crying facedisarming drawnYour fate unknownOh dear friend,don't be sad Mirror as reflective as your thoughtsYou look at mestraight out of itlike a ghost youfollow me , seeforgive... Weiterlesen →

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