the sky has never looked so dark
the snow is so, so freezing
but soon my skin is numb
and it buries me
and i am left alone in the cold
and all i wish for is to see the stars
but the sky
has never looked
so dark
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quarter to dawn {poetry}
Poetrya collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
