The door is closed,
The snow is mild and extrawhite
Your warmth is cold
I catch your empty silent sight.
Our truths untold
It seems like my delusion`s over…
Time`s getting old
You`ve made me extremely sober
I never told-
You wouldn`t ever hear
My only word.
So hardly standing near
Wnen you`re so bald
With me,is this your goal?
But in the world
You`re still my fairy tale of fall.
The uncompleted
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