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she sees your truth.

she sees your truth.

she belongs with the wolves of winter, a pack of restless souls bound in spirit, their gypsy hearts beating in sync with the rise and fall of a mystic moon they are truth and purity housed behind a stubborn love and piercing eyes they are the wildflower warriors, all...
Seasons

Seasons

I rage like Summer, channeling the beast within, this heat of mine fires scorching words I need you hear my pain and feel my hurt I want you watch when these bridges burn I am a winter soul who soaks up the cold, standing alone and waiting on the coming freeze I am...