It’s been too long, yet it feels like a weight
has evaporated from my chest, indicating another winter season.
Everything She touches turns gray, so as your memory decaying from the back of my mind.
The fog fades among the lit-smoked chimneys, wondering about the gravel from which I stand upon.
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I like it, so savage when u come wit tha verbs home grl...stay up! Peace, Cage'n