Wet cardigans club I

Getting home and getting clean

Sitting calmly in a circle

With my deepest thoughts

Sleepless nights

Sleeveless dress

Awakened passion

Sparkling tiny stars in my eyes

A hot mud cup of tea

Heavy rain

Words came by easy that one night

As I typed them down

My complex web of fears,

Dances by my window

My soul disappeared into thin air

Cautiously, I hid my thoughts in a wooden jar away from my slayers


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