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Shivering Cold
I'm drenched in melancholy,
If you see me
you could probably smell it on me
like the pungent smell of ripened weed
my dear, I've been going through alot behind this glassed smile
My aching wounds have reached my heart
She left too soon, the pots and plates in ruins
Whose going to sort the space before noon
© .🌹.
If you see me
you could probably smell it on me
like the pungent smell of ripened weed
my dear, I've been going through alot behind this glassed smile
My aching wounds have reached my heart
She left too soon, the pots and plates in ruins
Whose going to sort the space before noon
© .🌹.
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