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The air is dry and cold...
Its bitter ice seeps down to my core...
The wind blows with little whispers of death...
The forest is silent as I run through...
Nothing but my uneven and hash breaths...
I keep running even as I begin to see black...
Finally I trip; falling to the unforgiving ground...
Wishing for everything, even myself, to disappear...
- by EmpressBlack |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/19/2011 |
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- Title: Running Snow
- Artist: EmpressBlack
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Description:
Just a short and depressing poem
Disclaimer: Photo is not mine. Can be found on photobucket by Hamtaro_me - Date: 01/19/2011
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