

Goodnight NovemberGifted frost clings onto the surfaces outside. Onto the bitter dreams, we go. Onto the heavy slumber, we drift. Down onto the snowbanks, we fall. Now in deeper currents, you tug on me. I follow behind you towards shelter, Giggling of youthful runaways. Hurrying inside to embrace Tightly onto your chill-studded straight jacket.Goodnight November
November sleeps until I am well again. One more time to shiver off enemies of faithfulness. Vibrant flakes of frozed water floats as we hold Each other, never wanting to depart. Memories are too precious to forget, But they are fe
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