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A spoonful of warmth in a long night. Without you knowing, I wrote and erased words on the cold, glass-like skin

The bus broke the night and rocked quietly. I bit my lip to suppress my voice

A distant murmur. A single sigh

A spoonful of warmth in a long night. Without you knowing, I wrote and erased words on the cold, glass-like skin

Countless lights passed by. Lost in the rhythm of the sleepless bus. My trembling fingers in my pocket wrote and erased, searching for answers

Fog spread across the window. I leaned my forehead against yours. Without you knowing, I was writing

The light passed. And the night sank

A spoonful of warmth in a long night. Without you knowing, I wrote and erased words on the cold, glass-like skin

Only the erased words melted into the night