Hello Spring,
Technically, scientifically, you're here. Factually, evidently, you're far off on your own land, still not ready to come out, grace us with your presence. You're lost, perhaps with the Southern winds, enjoying the warm sun and a glass of Shiraz so thoroughly, you forgot us entirely.
Come closer to us, my bones have gone frigid and in dire need of a bit of warmth, right here, where it matters.
It'd be nice if you just melt away the accumulated sun, really. It's been brutal and I'd like to play outside...on a second talk, not so actively, but, still, vaguely, without being seen.
Technically, scientifically, you're here. Factually, evidently, you're far off on your own land, still not ready to come out, grace us with your presence. You're lost, perhaps with the Southern winds, enjoying the warm sun and a glass of Shiraz so thoroughly, you forgot us entirely.
Come closer to us, my bones have gone frigid and in dire need of a bit of warmth, right here, where it matters.
It'd be nice if you just melt away the accumulated sun, really. It's been brutal and I'd like to play outside...on a second talk, not so actively, but, still, vaguely, without being seen.
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