I see the first snowfall after the severing

It is not pi, but 1/9 pi

I hear his voice

Feel the warmth

Guarding me against the cold again.

This day, there is no guard

What is his pain?

I should guard him

We felt no pain, then

Before the last whirlwind.


A dizzying day

Almost didn't leave the hay

I want to get paid

But along the way,

What do you say?

The structure, we belay

My feet freeze, on the parquet

They told me not to withsay.

Together, we run away.

Ended, has his monotone.

As he leaves the danger zone,

I see that collarbone.

I no longer need pentobarbitone.

Do we need a chaperone?

No, why should he be in the friend zone?