Words
Why close an eye on a stormy day?
Is it the fear that keeps you,
or within are you shy of the matter?
Ever flowing medicine that cleanses within.
Words.
All are taken, all are removed.
from haunted pasts and broken futures.
Why close an eye on a stormy day?
Is it the fear that keeps you,
or within are you shy of the matter?
Ever flowing medicine that cleanses within.
Words.
All are taken, all are removed.
from haunted pasts and broken futures.
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