Sometimes I feel smotheredby this time of year,overwhelmed with faded memories…
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When it’s stormingover on my side,I crawl onto hisso we can breatheand beat together over the humof…
I stop to wipe up the smoked maple syrup`and cracked black pepper, next to the cinnamon and an…
The winter wind playsroughly with my tired soul,tossing it across the water,blasting it to the…
