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It stings my skin, Ice bees freezing exposed cells. It snows And goes on snowing And I must keep on going. I yearn For woolly prayers and ease to tell my, Well, I mean... I freeze Alone ,frozen by unspoken pleas of caution.
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
Snow Good
It stings my skin, Ice bees freezing exposed cells. It snows And goes on snowing And I must keep on going. I yearn For woolly prayers and ease to tell my, Well, I mean... I freeze Alone ,frozen by unspoken pleas of caution.
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cyclamen-spark
English
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
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