- Jan 12
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your winter white may be covered in snow
mine carries a different glow
the calendar may read the same
but we play a different game
your cold perspective rings true
mine rings too, in a different hue
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See AllShe waits for the tide to rise, for the tide to fall. For when the tide is high, she feels it all, happiness, sadness, she can fly, she is also ready to die. For when the tide is low, all that’s left
Women cast shadows. Boys run to hide underneath their shade. We can’t afford to keep shielding them from the sun.
si te vas no te lleves todos mis colores es que te veo en el espejo es que veo todos mis dolores
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