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Apr 2019
S-stutter before me
Legs shaking, you’re nervous
Seeking warmth in the winter
You seeking me will only show I’m heartless
There’s too much ice to warm the flow
So don’t wait for me to respond
Just tread through the snow, go past me and beyond.
Folie
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Folie
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   ---, Fawn and River
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