Monday, January 7, 2013

Hibernation

Hand me a coffee and a smile
As our icy breath mingles in the dawn light

I just need a moment to make sense
While we make plans that we don't want to come true

Can you lend me a shovel and a fond farewell?
As I leave you for dim blue skies and endless silence

I want nothing at all
And I don't know whether to laugh or cry

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