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If you feel cold, I'd weave you a sweater with my arteries and veins, and fuel up my bones if I must know that you'd find warmth in my love. a warmth that never fades, no matter how harsh the winter get's But you still see us as pieces that were never meant to fit
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 7:44 AM UTC
To my muse
If you feel cold, I'd weave you a sweater with my arteries and veins, and fuel up my bones if I must know that you'd find warmth in my love. a warmth that never fades, no matter how harsh the winter get's But you still see us as pieces that were never meant to fit
Violetta
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 7:44 AM UTC
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