The cold light of the winter's morning sun
cuts thru my good intentions, lasts nights spirits, now drain cleaner
my pride pricked, slinking back to the mundane life
i have learned to love
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From @hammeravgud
The cold light of the winter's morning sun
cuts thru my good intentions, lasts nights spirits, now drain cleaner
my pride pricked, slinking back to the mundane life
i have learned to love