wind – Librocubicularist soul

Are you free?

I see you too often these days   
But do you feel lonely too? 
You smell like freedom 
But are you really free?

The prettiest winter I had ever seen

I could only see their outlines, like some poor pixel art

One was shedding its parts while other just stood still

Wrapped in their foggy blankets

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