warm like wool blanket cream like gypsy wall boundaries with lust but never really captivated some shelter only in the head down the road of night relays morning light squinted are all eyes to cold soggy existence
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words less spoken 
Beautiful
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thank you friend 🙂
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You’re very welcome
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