Stop killing my Soul Hungry I’m, But standing still, To store some energy for the winter. Winter that may come, If I am not dead out of starving! Newer Older Comments KinkiniAugust 16, 2007 at 8:52 PMThe image and the poem both provide with an essence of mortalityReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Thanks for your Comment
The image and the poem both provide with an essence of mortality
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