Poem for the Cold SeasonIt's going to bePoem for the Cold Season
a long, harsh winter. The only warm thing in my body is a memory of you and me in better days.
In the memory, we are holding hands.
Outside my new home, in this strange and distant
place, Winter collects itself without care for love or memory.
I will remember this as a long, harsh season.
Already, my hands are cold.
Hello.
-'Laur-Laur Elfie-san' or whatever
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Life's a bitch, but you can't fuck it, 'cause then you'll die
"When the world turns it's back on you, steel it's wallet!"
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Give and be kind, and you will receive in return.
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