Cold, grey, dismal.
I see only remnants of my childhood love for this dying town.
An escaped state of mind from long ago.
Before time dictated my thoughts.
And threatens to claim my feelings.
Sounds like a blast! The weather is here. Wish you were beautiful! Why not read some Calvin and Hobbes or something? Lighten your mood? Have some cocoa...smooches.
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Sounds like a blast! The weather is here. Wish you were beautiful! Why not read some Calvin and Hobbes or something? Lighten your mood? Have some cocoa...smooches.
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