Snow

How long does it have to take for snow to drop on our heads
I'm too warm wrapped in woven blankets made with my regret
But my voice is only half the vessel used for what I said
Could you only hate that half of me and mold the rest
You could have my pretty side and I'll throw away what's left



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Writer(s): Shyne Shanaman
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