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The Window
Sitting in my bed, outside birds
Soar in the brittle air
Far below, the snow is washed and bare
I turn back to my book
Katniss Everdeen can't seem to catch a break.
Sitting in my bed, outside birds
Soar in the brittle air
Far below, the snow is washed and bare
I turn back to my book
Katniss Everdeen can't seem to catch a break.