It's barely cold but the wind pierces right through me, making me shiver under it's weak offence. And as the sky cries I ask why...
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AléatoireThis is a continuation of the other Random Stories. Enjoy and always open to suggestions
Crying skys lash out
It's barely cold but the wind pierces right through me, making me shiver under it's weak offence. And as the sky cries I ask why...
