i threw all my pennies down the well, wishing for you.
(you never came).
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YOU ARE READING
the coldness inside
Randomsometimes, when the night is cold, the moon is sad, and the wind sings its hollow tune, i think of you. a book of lonely thoughts.
five
i threw all my pennies down the well, wishing for you.
(you never came).