I see you, winter,
I get what you’re doing.
But this year, my dear,
I won’t just hand you the ruin.
**** them with kindness, they said,
so this year, my dear,
it’s full-on kindness mania, you bet.
Kisses and cuddles,
caressing to the bone.
This year, my dear,
I set the tone.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC
I see you, winter,
I get what you’re doing.
But this year, my dear,
I won’t just hand you the ruin.
**** them with kindness, they said,
so this year, my dear,
it’s full-on kindness mania, you bet.
Kisses and cuddles,
caressing to the bone.
This year, my dear,
I set the tone.
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