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confessions of a madman
“Confessions of a madman”
In Writhing of winters:
The shallow puddles of moisture,
Days off in a sweater,
Sounds that resemble symphonies of flicker,
Tropical wind that shutter,
Making heart and hands flutter,
Both might shatter,
The serene cold of winter
Before you go
Don't you
Forget, I want you ,
more than you'll
Ever know.
Leaving ...
Friday 8th November 2024 7:32 pm
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