2d
We often say
nothing but stay.
A spark
on chill days
when the power
ran out
the quiet
beside the ache—
No fixing
no fleeing
just being
a warmth
that lasts.
nothing but stay.
A spark
on chill days
when the power
ran out
the quiet
beside the ache—
No fixing
no fleeing
just being
a warmth
that lasts.
(70/M/Canada)
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