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Feb 2021
Let the rain patter against the window,
or the light snow fill the cracks in the old brick
lay your head down next to mine

my arm protects the back of your neck from the cold wooden floor
as naked as we are, we've never felt more protected.
Written by
Franz Bruck  25/Montreal
(25/Montreal)   
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