Don't ask me who,
I do not know
I saw yesterday in the snow
He shuffles the ground and searches the air,
As if looking for something that's no longer there.
Too soon he runs off into the night,
A frozen soul swallowed up in white.
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Sightings of Marx
Random<NOTE: I wrote this story a long time ago, I do not ever intend to continue it. I am keeping it up for archiving and proof of improvement purposes only.> This is my first time really writing a story like this! The pictures are not super releva...
