Twenty-Seven

It’s hard to make any sense of it,
But I guess we should still try.
After all, though he’s rested
His poor aching skin and bones,
He told me that this is all I need

So maybe it’s cold like ice outside,
It’s still alright because we’d
Rather freeze than burn away.
And before she went to sleep,
She told me to get it while I can

It’s still too early in the morning,
It’s still too late in the night.
Though I’m not exactly sure
What really happened to him,
He told me this thing is real and not fade away

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