Written by Emily Harstone | November 2, 2016
I can’t believe she left, why?
Nordic Noir had finally reached Canada.
A cold whisper in the snow.
Said he would be right back
And suddenly, she was gone forever.
Now I have to walk back.
Why didn’t I stay at home?
where do I go from here?
Boy, cold, alone, can’t take it.
A tinge of blue on asphalt.
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I can’t believe she left, why?
Nordic Noir had finally reached Canada.
A cold whisper in the snow.
Said he would be right back
And suddenly, she was gone forever.
Now I have to walk back.
Why didn’t I stay at home?
where do I go from here?
Boy, cold, alone, can’t take it.
A tinge of blue on asphalt.