I River Of Oblivion

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    Oh God, He´s dead..

    .pulse less it's true, God, mother cries I followed you, Into darkness nothing Refrain your hand To see it your way. A way littered Of ground fog What I could barely see, shown, Where souls made out to be stepping stones, From all around sensations impended on me...
    LadyHeartnMind LadyHeartnMind
    31-35, F
    1 Response Mar 4, 2016
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