Temperature at zero.
Cold nights like this
make me remember you here,
both of us warm, close, quiet, happy.
Something radiated from the center of me out to you.
I think of it as holiness.
Did you receive it?
Cold nights like this
make me remember you here,
both of us warm, close, quiet, happy.
Something radiated from the center of me out to you.
I think of it as holiness.
Did you receive it?
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