.Winter is coming,
it's coming through my window,
it's slipping up my shirtsleeves,
makes the cars run slow.
And I smell it in our skin
and all the trees hang low.
I built a fire,
to warm all of our cold bones
'cause you were like a snowcone
huddled up in scarves.
Ju.
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