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like ice on salt
This cold place reminds me of you.
The icicles hovering precariously overhead. No fire to warm me no arm to protect me.
Just staligmightes of tears rising to your falling fears.
Theres never enough salt.
This cold place reminds me of you.
The icicles hovering precariously overhead. No fire to warm me no arm to protect me.
Just staligmightes of tears rising to your falling fears.
Theres never enough salt.
