Enter the Ghost Lake.Сообщение от ANATHEMA
The waters whisper
Of something brooding.
No way out of here.
Slow smouldering,
Slow rain[ing] heat.
Lapping at your skin
Pulling you down again.
:love_you: :kos: :manyeyes:
Ответный My Dying Bride - Snow In My Hand :roll:
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