![]() it's not coldA Poem by bugs
i crave the fire
when i am no longer cold i built my pyre then had it sold for pain is all i have that can possibly turn to gold
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![]() it's not coldA Poem by bugs
i crave the fire
when i am no longer cold i built my pyre then had it sold for pain is all i have that can possibly turn to gold
© 2025 bugs |
Stats |