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It hurts my eyes.The quiet cold drainOn my soul.Spiralling down,Cold wind in my hair.Just falling,Swooping,Decline of feeling.Until numbness clawsSharp digits …
It hurts my eyes.The quiet cold drainOn my soul.Spiralling down,Cold wind in my hair.Just falling,Swooping,Decline of feeling.Until numbness clawsSharp digits …
Juliette Turrell 