Shivers
A great supply,
Of warmth and kittens,
Clothes and spoken words so kind.
For in the ornate halo,
That which sits alone,
It merely dies.
A glimor of hope,
No more forgotten,
Than the great now.
A great supply,
Of warmth and kittens,
Clothes and spoken words so kind.
For in the ornate halo,
That which sits alone,
It merely dies.
A glimor of hope,
No more forgotten,
Than the great now.
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