~ Cursed ~ 1 January 26, 2018May 25, 2019 Written by Arcticamazonkkf ~Cursed~ Speak in tongues, of ancient’s past. Of wicked ways that seem to last. Let words seep from your wounded soul. To bend and curve and gain control. My words you’ll hear, and change will come. They may not affect all, but they will some. In shadows my voice will speak to you. On Icy winds, and sorrows blue. Sweet the sound, of change and bliss. You’ll feel from me when I blow my kiss. KKF Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related
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