25/9/14
sarah
I stood at the foot of a mountain and thought of
I stood on the sands of the ocean and thought of
I stood in the swamps of the south and thought of
The winds shrieked past my ears and I thought of
The cold gnashed at my nose and I thought of
The heat blistered my cheeks and I thought of
Those words I cannot shake
That voice I cannot run from
To the ends of the earth I will be haunted
‘Do you want to build a snowman?’
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