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I want to be born in cold air. Snow in December, maybe. He asked why I was cr- Ying. I said no reason and he did not Persist but I could tell from The furrowing brows That he too wanted to be born in cold air: Rain, or some variation of it.
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
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I want to be born in cold air. Snow in December, maybe. He asked why I was cr- Ying. I said no reason and he did not Persist but I could tell from The furrowing brows That he too wanted to be born in cold air: Rain, or some variation of it.
#water#life#birth#sad#empathy#snow#rain
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chamyie
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
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