My Utopia
Warmth Without The Sun
Snow Without The Winter Chill
What A Perfect Thought
Warmth Without The Sun
Snow Without The Winter Chill
What A Perfect Thought
This is what comes from being up at 3 in the morning and staring out my skylight while trying to go to sleep. I hate poems normally, so I have no clue why I would randomly come up with one in the middle of the night...
Let me know what you think-honestly.
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