An ice cube made with your breath
I am lost in the icy caverns of hell.
Your chilled breath shatters my heart.
I am shrapnel scattered in the snow.
The fire has turned to ashes in your heart.
The Reaper hugs me in its arms.
An ice cube made with your breath
I am lost in the icy caverns of hell.
Your chilled breath shatters my heart.
I am shrapnel scattered in the snow.
The fire has turned to ashes in your heart.
The Reaper hugs me in its arms.
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