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this winter weather speaks to me.

this winter weather speaks to me.

the windows are open, cold air winding through, taking with it the last days of autumn and ushering in the arrival of the first snow blackbird is playing on the radio, the foo fighters version i was never a fan of the way the beatles sounded, but the lyrics are good...
she brings life to the cold.

she brings life to the cold.

winter is coming she slips from the mist, the queen of dark things spilling from a beautifully painted sky she creates art from madness and faith, a masterpiece delicately drawn with ice
we are a mess of emotions.

we are a mess of emotions.

we are all scars and open wounds filled with all the lives we live and all the deaths we meet we are comprised of a million types of silence only broken by the rapid beating of softly shattered hearts we sink like stones in their sea of sound we swing on a pendulum...