Telling the truth i am not dead the battle is not over keep your sword pointed to me rather to decorate in your glass museum…
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Comments closedSilence knocks at the door yet i am stranger to all the sounds and voices from the day the sounds of your foot steps faded…
Comments closedMoon is coming out of clouds i can see your changing face and why you fear the dynamics of the winds i am holding my…
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