an old one from long ago way b4 for my book
the cold snow so pure.
he still stands there.
on the frozen lake.
hoping he will fall in.
hoping he will freaze in the winter cold.
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- Twich
- twich....not much said, iam like the wind you know its there you can feal it but you can never see it.
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