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I turned off the radio; another day slipped away, Like a lost little rack that never reached the bay. I brushed the cold bed clean, whispered for him to pull me on, Didn’t wake him — he was dreaming, drifting on. She won’t return; don’t wait, the daylight’s almost done. Let’s fall back into dreams; don’t chase what you can’t outrun. Frozen trees stood silent, their branches cut the sky, Holding blossoms born dead — I wished they could cry. The sun hid shyly behind a heavy cloud, Shadows stretched longer, darkness growing proud. “You should hide — winter is here,” the cold wind sighed. But it was too late; he was there. I shouldn’t have tried. “What is it that you need? You may ask for one. If you ask it right, I’ll let you be gone.” “I’m looking for her — for Spring. Have you seen her around?” “Oh, my son… Spring is gone. Missing — never found.”
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 12:14 AM UTC
After a while in between
I turned off the radio; another day slipped away, Like a lost little rack that never reached the bay. I brushed the cold bed clean, whispered for him to pull me on, Didn’t wake him — he was dreaming, drifting on. She won’t return; don’t wait, the daylight’s almost done. Let’s fall back into dreams; don’t chase what you can’t outrun. Frozen trees stood silent, their branches cut the sky, Holding blossoms born dead — I wished they could cry. The sun hid shyly behind a heavy cloud, Shadows stretched longer, darkness growing proud. “You should hide — winter is here,” the cold wind sighed. But it was too late; he was there. I shouldn’t have tried. “What is it that you need? You may ask for one. If you ask it right, I’ll let you be gone.” “I’m looking for her — for Spring. Have you seen her around?” “Oh, my son… Spring is gone. Missing — never found.”
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 12:14 AM UTC
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