from my room
winter shivers
through me
like fevers
down spines
or
night winds
down bare trees
the forest
past my window
stands silhouetted
against
the dusk-rusted
skies
as
dim
thieves
reaching for
and
surrounding me --
I'm captured
as by her
and so
just as then
I'm ******
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
from my room
winter shivers
through me
like fevers
down spines
or
night winds
down bare trees
the forest
past my window
stands silhouetted
against
the dusk-rusted
skies
as
dim
thieves
reaching for
and
surrounding me --
I'm captured
as by her
and so
just as then
I'm ******
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