the streets are glass, the nights are long, and my shadow walks ahead of me. Winter follows, but never catches
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In the stillness of snow-covered nights, every echo feels louder, every light feels closer. Here’s where I pour them all. ➤ Winter’s mine now. slow, heavy, and dangerous in all the ways you crave.
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the streets are glass, the nights are long, and my shadow walks ahead of me. Winter follows, but never catches right away.
the streets are glass, the nights are long, and my shadow walks ahead of me. Winter follows, but never catches right away.