I will draw you forth
When the morning is bitter
To hold you like a breath
Warm against frosted glass
Lost in my own deep snow
Pining for primeval forests
Of my own rumbling ancient past
And a stick to keep the beasts of now at bay
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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