I am no empiress. Plastic rings, on my fingers. I move. Its cold now, feel the chill. You offer me your coat. I think I need a new one. Soft and unconditionally warm. Not like yours, which doesn't shield from the rain or snow. Just wind. I fade. All thats left is you, and your windbreaker. In the snow.
Reason for writing:
It is my first winter without him
Birth sign: Not entered
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