sometimes she's still able to get a hold of him, in the coldest nights of december when she's alone and it's dark.
and when she's asleep
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Scattered
PoesíaI had words scattered in my head so I picked it all up and wrote a poem.
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sometimes she's still able to get a hold of him, in the coldest nights of december when she's alone and it's dark.
and when she's asleep
