November, coffee, warmy plaid,
A lot of thoughts because romances,
Inspired by sadness calmy rave,
And you retain your lovely dances.
I want to open box with candies,
Again fall down into dreams,
Instead of words there is a darkness,
I breathe and live for you, it seems.
Wrappers and your minor tears,
Throw and lost them everywhere...
Until my fantasy with me,
I'll not raise them and it is better.
November, coffee, warmy plaid,
It is a wreckage of confessions.
It was your fault, and you have paid
For his innacurate impressions.
November...
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