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[mike_torudo]

though we may have once loved the sensation of one another's touch, tattered fabric now covers our hands. and despite its valiant attempts, these fingers still ache. we drink whiskey to keep warm though it only leaves us drunk and we burn wood to thaw our faces but it just reminds us of home. winter has, once again, gotten the best of us whether or

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[kaedo66]

i cant help but think this is about staeve