there is winter through the window the sky is grey-blue over the silent snow and the dawn is as endless as the night together a little whimsy would lift the melancholy into a fuller heart but afraid of the cold and the dark the dragging dark they break into a positive stride and step straight over the sweetest of pathos “I can teach you to be real if you are willing to feel.” He said. Comments are closed.
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