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I've never been fond of the cold days although i like staying in where it's warm and safe but sometimes i need freedom on the cold days especially I need adventure
My Ars Poetica: A Different Kind of Animal Nothing turns a stomach like the rancid aura that cradles the furry carcass of a life that once was.
Chilling. Dreams of today turn To inspiration of tomorrow. Friends of today turn
That dark cold night, the rain did splatter on the dim windows, 'pitter-patter.' The creaky old cabin 'neath the willows groans and moans and wobbles and billows. What there is to say haunts to the core