"Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty sleeper.
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road.
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder.
Inside your head than the winter of dead.
I will tell you I love you.
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears.
My nose and feet are running as we start.
To travel through snow.
Together we go."
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{ oh god. okay. i need to disappear for a little while. i’ll answer the asks when i get back bc i got a couple. so happy. ^_^ i will be back! }