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You were always an enigma I was waiting to uncover Coming to me drunk and leaving sober It was clear we were never meant to be together But I constantly wandered, hoping I'll discover Who is this man I meet every winter? Whose touch is tender with words so bitter Someone I pined for while he cared lesser Maybe I should succumb under the snowflakes of surrender
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
The Riddler in December
You were always an enigma I was waiting to uncover Coming to me drunk and leaving sober It was clear we were never meant to be together But I constantly wandered, hoping I'll discover Who is this man I meet every winter? Whose touch is tender with words so bitter Someone I pined for while he cared lesser Maybe I should succumb under the snowflakes of surrender
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
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