if I were to sit beside you
in our winter
between the falling embers
stale and struggling in the waning winds
fluttering toward us from dwindled flames
would you wrap my shoulders in your strength
and inch closer still
until our combined warmth
ignites us once more
would our chilled breath
dance in the air before us
melting into the pale sky
until we forget that we were ever cold
in our winter
between the falling embers
stale and struggling in the waning winds
fluttering toward us from dwindled flames
would you wrap my shoulders in your strength
and inch closer still
until our combined warmth
ignites us once more
would our chilled breath
dance in the air before us
melting into the pale sky
until we forget that we were ever cold
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