Your exhale escapes into the icy air, and you follow it with, ‘I’m so happy it’s winter.’
The smell outside is like home, we agree, like a New England November.
Words like these are ones I have never heard from you.
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Your exhale escapes into the icy air, and you follow it with, ‘I’m so happy it’s winter.’
The smell outside is like home, we agree, like a New England November.
Words like these are ones I have never heard from you.
Read More