cold by
trakkerterrorist 2012/10/23 19:19
You feel cold, you try to boldly hold, your head of old, to beat at the heat of stolen soul. You feel cold, your loved soul, hold on beat of death hand. You feel cold, when you fall at beach hot sand. You feel cold, you can't save your soul from deaths cold hands. It is solid like rocks stands, at salty burst waves. Every day Maria says pray aves, at church altar of stonecold. You feel still cold.
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