The wind is always blowing dusty sighs
Here, in late September
Her hands had been small; gently… perfect,
But so small and slender
And cold
Damn
(Weak)
It creaks, like my knees. Damn.
I think I am going to cry
a corpse is always a lie
And cold
Here, in late September
Her hands had been small; gently… perfect,
But so small and slender
And cold
Damn
(Weak)
It creaks, like my knees. Damn.
I think I am going to cry
a corpse is always a lie
And cold
leafy
BrightBurningCampeador
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