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davinia sinclaire ●
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76heart ●
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❝ on a cold winters night, after a sunny winters morn
was a girl, with her heart so very torn
and unlikely to mend
for her dearest love was no longer just right around the bend
she had gone away, to some place very far
further than even the most distant star
and now she was forced to spend the winter nights they shared alone
in her house, but not her home
because her home was her dearest love,
and now all they shared were the stars above
she didn't know what had happened, or why she had gone
she just knew that now the nights were so very long
she missed holding her in her arms,
and falling over and over for her innocent, unknowing charms
she knew that life would always find a way,
but how could it, when the light of her life had left her astray? ❞
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winter song - billie marten▐
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Snowflakes danced in the air, prancing through the darkened skies as the sun fell to its sleep, and the moon and her stars came out to play. Flurries of crystalline ice came down from the sky, carried by an eager breeze, and casting gliding shadows upon the windows; windows that were covered in delicate spiraling patterns of frost, of flowers and waves and stories only it could tell, that seemed to glow in the moon's bright light, but she saw none of it, her gaze was cast down. Not even the rising, twirling steam of liquid chocolate so hot, that mirrored her breath in the home so cold, and tickled the tip of her nose, could tear her gaze away. She saw nothing but emptiness, the place she used to be. The pillow on which she would sit upon as she watched the snowflakes together, and breathed hot breath upon the sparkling frost to melt it away, so together, they could watch the break of day. Through the glistening glass, when she at last looked up, all she saw was the place they would stand in the snow, chasing each other with glee, until they fell in the powdered piles, and laughed until they lost all breath, and started their play again, with balls of snow to the back and face, as they reignited their chase. It would always end with the two of them standing, side by side with their tongues out stretched in the cold midnight air, to catch the falling flecks of snow, and see who could catch the one first, as they avoid getting the snowflakes in their opened eyes. It had always been her favorite time of the year, and now it was one filled with sorrow, and an empty heart aching for only one thing. Her. Her heart had only ever ached for her from the moment they met. She raised a paw to the cold glass, ignoring the way the cold froze it's pads to the drawings of frost upon the pane. A tear fell from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, mirrored by the melting flakes on the other side. She could vaguely see her reflection in the glass, staring back into her eyes forlornly, and then familiar gaze and smile, and a flurry of hope. All she had wished for was for her love to come home, and she had. She was home.
