Posted on January 25, 2018October 30, 2019 by pouringtruthDexterous My mind moves The way the cold wind Creeps through the cracks Of windows not quite shut. a.l.c Share this:TumblrTwitterFacebookRedditEmailLike this:Like Loading...
Windows open sometimes to be shut
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I can relate.
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