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Outer surface of cold hands holding thoughts in my warm palms listening to thoughts through my cold ears warm breath leaks into a frigid room warm thoughts of skin to touch I wish I was in bed with you.
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
Cold
Outer surface of cold hands holding thoughts in my warm palms listening to thoughts through my cold ears warm breath leaks into a frigid room warm thoughts of skin to touch I wish I was in bed with you.
A cold house without company
#winter#missing#bed#warm#warmth#cold
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ArchBoy
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
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