Aug 2018
The winter breeze
hugs me tight,
and my heart becomes
as cold as ice.
No one dares
to keep me warm
nor bring back its fire.
Because doing so
means you have to die.
hugs me tight,
and my heart becomes
as cold as ice.
No one dares
to keep me warm
nor bring back its fire.
Because doing so
means you have to die.
(24/F/Philippines)
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