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The Darkness Beckons
The wind howls to the moonlight.
The sand bite into my eyes; oblivious to my plight.
My wounds hurt no more; they've fallen prey to frostbite.
If only I could be touched by...
The sand bite into my eyes; oblivious to my plight.
My wounds hurt no more; they've fallen prey to frostbite.
If only I could be touched by...
