I'm not particularly familiar with any weather.But I saw you one day with snow piling up on your hair and you looked like as if you were waiting for a long time and they didn't arrive.
And you said it's fine, because soon it'll rain and everything will melt the same way you're starting to wither.
And I fell asleep.
0:53, goodnight.
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Time:Goodnight
PoéziaThings I wrote while I'm drowning in emotions and thoughts of someone while slowly falling asleep.