mittens will be bought,face covered.
wind will not grace my skin.
December will come, like always, steal my voice till spring
the people you love i will hate
the things you adore i will dispose of them
wizards,baby horses,fashion photography.
i will create run on sentences, improper grammar
grabbing your attention, long enough for me to shy away
winter, for once be kind
December for once leave me be.
