the winter's dry, and dreary; she's cold and full of
death
but
somehow, when the summer dawns, I'll instantly forget
the mounds of snow, the body count, the anger in
these walls
because outside,
beneath the sun, I'll smile, and forget it all
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I fucking love this.
ReplyDeleteIntense. What a beautiful summer to drain our pain away.
ReplyDeleteI want to know what you said and deleted on my last post.
ReplyDeleteAche, ache, ache.
wow, thank you, i've been admiring your writings
ReplyDeletetheyre lovely