Life In Twenty Fourteen
A little bit of scream here
Ice crystals stare from an open bottle
Water melts down your aging arm
Fire burns in your turbelent soul
A glowing mist in a black hole
A little bit of scream here
Ice crystals stare from an open bottle
Water melts down your aging arm
Fire burns in your turbelent soul
A glowing mist in a black hole
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