The way the wind’s blowing, we are
between autumn and winter, you see.
We are
falling apart from each other,
we are
decaying debris
that will soon be buried and
forgotten underneath white.
I Can Feel The Distance
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The way the wind’s blowing, we are
between autumn and winter, you see.
We are
falling apart from each other,
we are
decaying debris
that will soon be buried and
forgotten underneath white.
Silenticel 