words pierce nothing,
fall around like dead leaves..
i hear crunching, rustling.
death to those leaves..
as i tread my path,
to get away from you..
you have been stripped,
naked.. separate from me..
wind and frost are your companions now..
fall around like dead leaves..
i hear crunching, rustling.
death to those leaves..
as i tread my path,
to get away from you..
you have been stripped,
naked.. separate from me..
wind and frost are your companions now..
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