Your hands were like gloves over my cold hands. Now winter is here, and I've seemed to have misplaced my gloves.
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Thoughts In A Sad Persons Mind
PoetryThoughts when I'm depressed. Expect a lot. Because I'm always depressed. Technically it's poetry.
Gloves
Your hands were like gloves over my cold hands. Now winter is here, and I've seemed to have misplaced my gloves.
