Derek Germain - Dwelling

Ice Cold wind blow's through the Lonely Apple tree, and Half of a Man is Lying on the Dying grass In front of a Burning home, where a Ghost still Haunts the only place he ever knew Love...
Everything is gone, now. except for ashes.
And the Ghost Dwells in the Remains...

Derek Germain

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