When There's a Skinder on the Wind, of

When There’s a Skinder on the Wind, of


Distant, forgotten memories.
When sadness, rips your heart apart.
And distant laughter, echoes....
Lonely...... is the night!
While silence, haunts the darkness.
How I long, for your touch.
Kiss me and end my tears
Hold me close, and whisper, that .........
You love me.
I’m full of angst, and the night, looms encore.
I was rich with knowledge,
for...... I’ve talked with death
I’d been, to

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