

out on the flat, with my ear kissing the ice, i grasped the december wind's hand and waited for the lake to swallow us.
֯ ྀྀ ˛ ◌ིྀ 𝐂ᴼ͟ⱽ͟ᴱ .
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out on the flat, with my ear kissing the ice, i grasped the december wind's hand and waited for the lake to swallow us.


how could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?

mine is the only one that matters , covey .

it’s called selective hearing and works wonderfully in my favour .