This is Winter
This is Winter
Rain in your eyes
Stabs onto your heart
Smirks on your lips
Ponytail on your head
Blank stares...
Empty head...
Frigid hands...
Typing.
Carpe Diem, gather ye rosebuds while ye may... The roses are ready to be picked up. They bloom and lie on the unending earth. And when you have them in your hands, no satisfaction can compete...
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