It was dark, she was cold, and she couldn't see the sun. She told me these things over and over.
I didn't understand, outside her window it would shine, their was light.
Now I do, now I see, because without her; I can feel winter coming for me.
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Daydreaming
RandomThis is a book in progress, I hope to write poems or simply thoughts that might come to mind. If you read the first item you will get a taste of things to come. I hope you enjoy it!
