cold
winter is far too cold, for harsh words. lies. and the way you'll always be, cause that's what you were, an ending to me... keep the snow clean, I might be a little smudged , but you , well your not snow, but the anger is getting warmer, and the last time , I say it's over , before all escapes me ... winter is far too cold , so is my soul, I say a million things, the way you were you always are ..
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