The Goldheart Mountaintop Queen Directory

cold hands touching my face

don't hide - the snake can see you

old friends you might not remember

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and we looked

and we passed

through the hallways of shatterproof glass

she runs through the night as if nobody cares

she screams and she cries and ignores all the stares

she wants me to come, but i'm never going there

the goldheart mountaintop queen directory

the goldheart mountaintop queen directory