I dont mind the weather. I've got scarves and caps and sweaters.

[watchmechoke]

I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin.
Brace yourself: I'm bent with bitterness. I can't forsee.
Tracing the plot finds
skin touching skin
(absence follows).
In the end, I win every time as ink remains.
Sour tastes prevail as you play back the tape machine.

And the hardest part is yet to come.