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Coffin Feelings
Mar 22, 2022
On my steep north to death, I found a deep urge to rest and realized I was getting ready for life, like a bear hibernating, in summer’s strife appeared greener grass, some fish upstream, some cozy not frozen themes, what appeared to be a wife, material. I will be snoozing if you don’t mind-rush to scale-hold on just another season until I will be a reasonable reason, for you, to cuddle on the cliff of my defrosting heart.
I beg your pardon, please don’t be blind by the view, it has nothing to do with our small-fire-blue-low-flame-but-sparkling start.
