my childish winter with her my lover went away with my tongue her the wind a scene rolls chills like help-bound don't let me leaf come back home yes save myself i was speaking not years ago but again & had my cake in a bed-thin forest
where's my hiving contradictory thrill my dignity in the sun that golden chain something i weave unaware 'neath eyes just like telling welcome is hard to in frowns & shivers come or know
looks lately dirty with step over i am still alive on paper to endure for something anymore often in promise to face this room & its empties believing better in the night that disappointment
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