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Fingers are frozen, face is cold. You press your lips against my nose, You put my hands under your clothes. Whispering, “I’ll keep you warm,” Yet, I’m standing here while the wind blows. And you wrap you arms around her waist, While my tears freeze.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
Winter
Fingers are frozen, face is cold. You press your lips against my nose, You put my hands under your clothes. Whispering, “I’ll keep you warm,” Yet, I’m standing here while the wind blows. And you wrap you arms around her waist, While my tears freeze.
#love#sad#gone
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
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