tales from the murky splurge: cold feet

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Sunday, January 25, 2015

cold feet

Cold Feet Carefree are we to exist this way, Falling leaves scatter on our paths There are words in you I hear what you say, Scared is the night, dare you ask I dream I am leaving to far away lands You will wave from the gate that is locked Your fingers stay limp as you lift up your hands And time... Sign in to see full entry.

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