Monday, October 28, 2019

Bare Trees

Bare Trees. Grey Light. Oh yeah, it was a cold night.


I was alone in the cold of a winter's day. You were alone and so snug in your bed.


Bare Trees. Grey Light. Oh yeah, it was a cold night.
-bill kenny


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