In the winter 8/6/99 Roses die in the winter, Did you think I forgot? She hates the winter, Beautiful in the winter. Pumpkins are gone in the winter, Who told her? Sylvia died in the winter. She loves the winter. Heads rot in the winter, Did you think I forgot? Dead trees in the winter, Dead everything in the winter. My mind is in the winter, So is his heart. So dead in the winter. Beautiful air in the winter, Snow in the winter. Cold nazi camp in the winter, Did you think I forgot? Our bodies thrust in the winter. I think we can do this.
Reason for writing:
a cold, dead, thing is the winter, i cant enjoy my garden.
Birth sign: Cancer
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