Wrapped from the cold echoes in the streetscape I stride beside you for its assurance I need despite the fortitude these doorways all locked and old bones can't take much anymore but you smile indifferent to my plight and for that I salute you Where did our days go? majesty of youth no fear in the cycle of universal grinding all you said was breathe as I do feel the hustle for then the dark delivers love in the margins
With the rising gas prices, I have found it colder in my apartment, unless I get under a blanket, but a woman with her 98.6 F would certainly help!
Didi7Central, Chaguanas Trinidad and TobagoDec 3, 2022
"With the rising gas prices, I have found it colder in my apartment, unless I get under a blanket, but a woman with her 98.6 F would certainly help!dance snowman2"
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