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Dusty rooms

These floors are too damn dustyThe fire is burning coldAll hope has gone and left meI am starting to feel old There is a creak in these old bonesAn ache in my spineA numbness in my fingersSince the thorn left my side Since the day you left meIt all started to changeMy future looked moreContinue reading “Dusty rooms”