𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞;
𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐲
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝.
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Poetry❛ 𝑰𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅? 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. ❜ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 - 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚
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𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞;
𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐲
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝.
