A dreary time of year.
It's cold
and colorless,
a monochromatic
void.
I can't see the stars.
The 14th is coming.
Ugh.
Reminding me of all
that I desperately want
but cannot have.
A perfect happy ending.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC
A dreary time of year.
It's cold
and colorless,
a monochromatic
void.
I can't see the stars.
The 14th is coming.
Ugh.
Reminding me of all
that I desperately want
but cannot have.
A perfect happy ending.
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