I will reach your hand in the cold of winter.
I will reach for your hand in the heat of summer.
But if my short life cannot reach the dawn of spring,
I promise in heaven I reach you with my wings.
I Mac
- Blackshakespeare
- Singapore
- I don't brag about the deer that just jumped right in front of me and shot, instead, I hunger about going into the depths of the mountain and across oceans for that one mystical doe.
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