October
November 2013
The saw in the hands it's white as snow. The heavy endless weight on my heels it's cold. The water on my head but I won't speak of you. The hall and the rack and the wheel, it's true. The cold and th
The saw in the hands it's white as snow. The heavy endless weight on my heels it's cold. The water on my head but I won't speak of you. The hall and the rack and the wheel, it's true. The cold and th
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