The fields sang me a song
But I couldn't hear it above my own cries
Till the whispers of the wind went calm
And the bloody axe was washed
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Denouement
Поэзия'Nothing kills a man more than his own mind.' A series of short, dark poetry inspired by those who have no home and those with no heart. Highest Rating #162 13.3.2016 This amazing cover is made by cluttering! Go check them out!
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The fields sang me a song
But I couldn't hear it above my own cries
Till the whispers of the wind went calm
And the bloody axe was washed
