ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤThat night the cold air pierced the bones, after | —𝓜atth

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ㅤㅤThat night the cold air pierced the bones, after whipping with a bottle of wine the young man named Matthew prefers to continue his cold night with a cup of americano coffee. Cigarette smoke billowed up to fill the quite large room, guitar strums sounded loud, guitar strum sounds, "im a child 너가 바란대론 못 돼 have a good night 자장가는 필요 없대 , it's my question, many questions 사람들이 바라본 난 누구야 . Who am I? Who I'll be? 다른 밤 같은 nightmare." With a slightly hoarse voice racing against the gurgling rain, the smell of petrichor mingled with the warm scent of a glass of americano. He is Matthew, a man who loves poetry and the scent he leaves after the rain.