Fridgid air
Aches my bones
Slow exhales
Imitates clouds of a smoker
Dusted frost
And rosey cheeks
Remind me
Of our winter fling
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Fridgid air
Aches my bones
Slow exhales
Imitates clouds of a smoker
Dusted frost
And rosey cheeks
Remind me
Of our winter fling
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