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ets drown in her devine.

the one, the only

her name is the lonley

her chill is everlasting beauty.

in times hands i wait for loves truely.

the desire of touch, and the rush of a kiss.

getting rapped up in loves mist...



rapped up in the cold

frozon heart ache is the mold.

in the reflections everyone tears,

with a smile she spreads her fears...

and im breaking vanity....



and its you i see standing at my door

and its me on my knees gazing up at you from the floor

now bring it down upon me,

the momment we all wait and attipiate so longly.



the cold... and now we all shatter