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It’s frigid My entire left side Is being pelted with snow And wind And cold But for a moment it’s nice This numb, space of time When no obligations Nothing, is pressing down Only where I’ve been And where I have To go
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
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It’s frigid My entire left side Is being pelted with snow And wind And cold But for a moment it’s nice This numb, space of time When no obligations Nothing, is pressing down Only where I’ve been And where I have To go
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
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