KehillahArtOct 19, 20201 min readthe bluest winter, by charlie singleour house is old cold and greenmy mother’s voice drones onshe is not talking to memy sister comes inher eyes are full of sorrowshe sings to meshe slept in the bed with uson the outside because she is bravetoo coldi know
our house is old cold and greenmy mother’s voice drones onshe is not talking to memy sister comes inher eyes are full of sorrowshe sings to meshe slept in the bed with uson the outside because she is bravetoo coldi know
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