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As nights get longer, so do days get colder. I share warm hands to get the cold shoulder. Time runs out, bliss is over. Too late to speak the words I never told her. Eat, sleep, live alone.
#nightdwellers Oh I've got the 5am blues I'll be coming after 2 I'll be wrecked into the night Will you put up a good fight.
There I saw him Sitting in the rain, A moggy chucked out in the cold.
Tonight her head is rushing For empty miles she'll walk Her fruitless search for solace The backstreets an endless catwalk Some human company- a gentle touch Is perhaps all that she needs.
A Girl She goes on the same train every day but today it was cold. The thick puffa jacket made her look even more like a ball than usual.
This is the third and final section of my short descriptive story I wrote when I was 12. It's best if you read the first 2 sections before this one.