Words waiting for aVerse.

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As my heart melts in your frozen winter hands..

As the wind rips the ego off my face…

As my will sinks to the bottom of your eyes…

I walk into the bonfire of your memory...

And burn like the devil I am.

Curious about what makes us tick, tickle and other similar black holes. https://twitter.com/AndyTravis31 ; andytravis@email.com

Curious about what makes us tick, tickle and other similar black holes. https://twitter.com/AndyTravis31 ; andytravis@email.com