My toes are numb,
My fingers ice.
I'm freezing like the winter ground.
There's a drafty window the resides within.
I can only hope to feel warm again.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
My toes are numb,
My fingers ice.
I'm freezing like the winter ground.
There's a drafty window the resides within.
I can only hope to feel warm again.
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