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If my mood is directly correlated to the weather, and you are a man made in the likeness of a long winter, how did we ever plan for this to unfold neatly? As the sun comes back to me, you retreat to the corner of my closet, tucked behind downy coats and borrowed sweaters.
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
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If my mood is directly correlated to the weather, and you are a man made in the likeness of a long winter, how did we ever plan for this to unfold neatly? As the sun comes back to me, you retreat to the corner of my closet, tucked behind downy coats and borrowed sweaters.
katymoran
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
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