wAs a NiGht
LikE ThiS
i
LeFt tH1s
h0Me 2
wALk in2
tHe
dArk
a blanket
and a forest
and a little
dog did
bArK
uR mAtCh
BecAmE a
TiNdEr
wAs The
woULd u
hOpEd u'd
SpArk
wIndbL0Wn nOw
trajectories
0f an 1ce
c0ld
k1ngd0m
where w0lves
circle
a dying
sHaRk
things all
covered
by snow
like a
tRUEce fLag
so ya
dUrTy
feat's
they left
n0
MARk
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