It's amazing how pain makes you work to forget it. Comments???? - shake torch
Grief
I pray to pray on their knees
Mistress of the night frost.
I have my lips were a true purple
Breath of Winter dirty snow.
Frosted way of the unknown,
A midday sun, the biting tones.
Girl I want to die with you
In the arms of each forever.
She said she had recorded together
I do not think that it stopped again.
Shake the torch at the tide
A last blood benediction.
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