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Whereabouts
In my whereabouts
on this frozen field of snow
listening to the silence
as the stone sleeps
I don't speak of anything
because I can't think of words
on this frozen field of snow
of heavy memory trove
when living with you was gold
on this frozen field of snow
listening to the silence
as the stone sleeps
I don't speak of anything
because I can't think of words
on this frozen field of snow
of heavy memory trove
when living with you was gold
Published 22nd Dec 2021
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22nd Dec 2021 3:10pm
But silence is golden and the future looks bright. Really. Clean slate. Pure as snow.
22nd Dec 2021 3:11pm
