Libbles1233
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Night brings more muddled thoughts than I can think
Sleep comes, as I warm to the ghosts it brings
I could uncover why a winter day goes by so slow
though even snow is softly coloured pink
I curse my feet in this sub-zero weather.
They numb, as if to sabotage
Sleep comes, as I warm to the ghosts it brings
I could uncover why a winter day goes by so slow
though even snow is softly coloured pink
I curse my feet in this sub-zero weather.
They numb, as if to sabotage