And the ground is ice
When we throw snow balls twice and thrice,
When we always mould, a snowman nice
But when the rocks of hard ice
Falls from the skies
We think "is it winter?"
It is hype?
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The Chest of Seven Sins
I was walking along the dark, misty and fragile landscape. As I strolled, taking care where I stepped the cave seemed to open its maw grabbi...
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I was walking along the dark, misty and fragile landscape. As I strolled, taking care where I stepped the cave seemed to open its maw grabbi...
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