To.Seek.A.Voice.XV: Prayer by goth-primer, literature
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To.Seek.A.Voice.XV: Prayer
He left in the night without saying good-bye.
It was the night where thousands of ghosts whispered in the wind
And the trees rustled and shook outside our small wooden house.
I stepped outside with father's boots on
Feeling the heaviness of his feet in mine.
The mist grew heavy.
When I stretched my arm out I could not see past my hand, but it did not matter.
When