I am disquieted
Hail strikes the window pane Thunder grips my bone Stenosis of soul Flurries through my mind Curling darkly― Gone. I sit Holding my eyes In my lap |
I am disquieted
Hail strikes the window pane Thunder grips my bone Stenosis of soul Flurries through my mind Curling darkly― Gone. I sit Holding my eyes In my lap |
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