a shiver runs through his bones
that tune that can still be heard
in front of a million snowflakes
resting on gravestones
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just some poems
Puisi"I wish my eyes could take pictures so I would have a gallery full of you"
that tune that can still be heard
a shiver runs through his bones
that tune that can still be heard
in front of a million snowflakes
resting on gravestones
