a whisper is loud a cry softer
then tears as frozen rivers
like Time itself piercing your
dying heart. Is love. Is life.
Is death in a purest form.
:: 04-03-2019 ::
a whisper is loud a cry softer
then tears as frozen rivers
like Time itself piercing your
dying heart. Is love. Is life.
Is death in a purest form.
:: 04-03-2019 ::
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