cracking lips.
winter screams, they've been hiding in my limb.
licking tongue.
drying lips, while soaking in my river so thin.
shining eyes.
morning ding, rhyming and echoing till the brim.
what they've been hiding, is all frost.
what they've been shining, is all mist.
It feels. It feels.
Winter is knocking.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
cracking lips.
winter screams, they've been hiding in my limb.
licking tongue.
drying lips, while soaking in my river so thin.
shining eyes.
morning ding, rhyming and echoing till the brim.
what they've been hiding, is all frost.
what they've been shining, is all mist.
It feels. It feels.
Winter is knocking.
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