the untamed fragrance of the wildlings had invaded the streets
one last time
bridges crumbled and walls burnt at the distance of radio sets and telephones
one more time
it was the season of the demon's fall
she had arrived
happiness sprinkled across the skin in goosebumps..
one last time
bridges crumbled and walls burnt at the distance of radio sets and telephones
one more time
it was the season of the demon's fall
she had arrived
happiness sprinkled across the skin in goosebumps..
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