In the winter I am the winters child
And when I am to look I find
And when I am to love I bind
I live the life of privilege and pride
And of course the other
At times
I am always a child as I am, as I was forever
And the never
never is.
As the always seems to seep
Like pillow words on the weak
Ever so soft and suggestive
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Don't know why exactly, but I like this one, It has a "je ne sais quoi"....
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