Not long were windows knocked and wet, For the sight of clouds beheld kindred two, Sat apart by couch, lines…
His still and absolute Emotion
He lay checking out his phone, The piano that slowly plays away, Soon the night that draws near, At last…
Not long were windows knocked and wet, For the sight of clouds beheld kindred two, Sat apart by couch, lines…
He lay checking out his phone, The piano that slowly plays away, Soon the night that draws near, At last…
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