Bitter cold A freezing feeling, A sinking feeling, The devils dealings, Turning purple, I feel it now, Dear deaths grips upon my throat, Choking out what little life I had left in me, Singing sweet melodies into my ear, But no, that won’t...
– by Jackson Austin
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