The hail outside screams As the trail in my heart dreams Of a night not marooned Of a night well pruned. The throbbing torment works it’s way Like shrapnels in the day Bloody and bruised, […]
The hail outside screams As the trail in my heart dreams Of a night not marooned Of a night well pruned. The throbbing torment works it’s way Like shrapnels in the day Bloody and bruised, […]
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