Thoughts of you dance in my head
As snow falls from the sky,
I think of how I imagined you warm,
A simple difference between you and I.
Whether you were real or not,
I choose not to remember…
So, I guess it doesn’t really matter,
That I still think of you,
Wearing that top.
a.l.c
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