'Not leaving You...
Am i?
How can i? '
Seeing Him
At his door
With a stave
In His soft strong hand...
'Sure?'
He asked...
'Yes...'
he answered...
Outside
It was night...
Outside
There was fire,
And
he saw
Ice...
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