Silent snow in cold winter cabin heat- Looking across white powder in white country- Smelling nothing but burning logs and perfume- She smiles with a glass of red wine in her hands- She turns with glittering pleasure- Upon nothing more then her arms and trust open- Here she comes- I bury everything- They’ll swim to the surface- Another day, another night- Under the same sky- Hopefully though I’ll have one big smile-Birth sign: Libra
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