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December is a sad month
The snow resting on my shoulders, has frozen by the wind of December and it will not be the sun of spring to dissolve it. My breath condenses into a bleak cloud, which carries my spirit, leaving my body cold and numb. My tears will not ease my wounds, but they will be confused with falling snow. Poem (C): Me All the rights of the images, GIF and effects belong to their respecti…
franie:
December isn't my favorite, that is for sure.