The wind blows past
I feel it cold apon my face
looking into the distance
tracing its source
I listen for its messages
words traveling in the breeze
standing, listening, holding those words
trying to make out what is being said
nothings getting though
the winds blowing harder
Speak to me, Speak to me
Give me you signs
Your silence it stings
I am listening, I am listening
The wind blows past
Gold Diggers and Pollwhores Guild
A guild where you can do polls, polls, and more polls. Whist making friends and competing in numerous free competitions
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