Acrtic Winds
it was cold a slice of the arctic pressed up against their hearts and splashed in their faces with all the finesse of a first year mortician an intern at best, it's crazy how the wheels do turn late at night, rotating on some level of misguided sanity trying to make sense of the birds in the window such beautiful birds, slathered with shades of indifference, it seemed as they called to their mates but no one heard them it was much too late past midnight, I think. the lights were dimmed heavens dark, only the stars out faltering in the pouty skies to mock and taunt as the silly red robins fell to the ground, clueless. without a prayer...
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The distance between two hearts is not an obstacle when true love is present...
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