Winter is coming
You are alone
Winter is coming
I love you
I remember: the dusty bookshelf, your high heels, and your red lipstick
Winter is coming
I want to wrap you up with a blanket
I want to keep you in my pocket
Like a postage stamp
Like those crushed cigarettes I used to keep
Winter is coming
Sit between my legs and remember our love
Winter came
I love you
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Livia Caci
dramatic autistic lesbian
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from death into life
Young Aldin of Wiloh had never contemplated death. It was almost strange — so many around him had the tendency to obsess over it, to clamor and claw almost desperately at their own perceptions of the end to know death as much as they could: when it would come, why it would come, where it would take them when it did.
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Oooh this is smoking hot for a poem about winter 😉 🔥 🌶️