A sadistic desire to become a Winter nightA Poem by Stu. T.H.
Cry your loudest, my dear,
Whether out of ecstasy or fear, For if I could not be your love winner, I'll be your darkest night in the coldest winter. - Stu. T.H. (November 3, 2023)
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Added on November 3, 2023 Last Updated on November 7, 2023 |

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