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I woke up and things were colourful, the blanket was warm with my body heat and that proved my existence so I stayed in bed just a little while longer before standing up and beginning the drift of day, cold feet but I’m doing this anyway I stepped in and the water was inches below scalding, the tiles were perspiring and I closed my eyes shrinking, folding back into my mind just a little while longer before stepping out and beginning the ritual of Sunday cold feet, wet hair assuming responsibility for the chill around my neck; unsure but I’m doing this anyway I woke up dead or alive determined cold feet but I’m doing this anyway
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
Cold Feet
I woke up and things were colourful, the blanket was warm with my body heat and that proved my existence so I stayed in bed just a little while longer before standing up and beginning the drift of day, cold feet but I’m doing this anyway I stepped in and the water was inches below scalding, the tiles were perspiring and I closed my eyes shrinking, folding back into my mind just a little while longer before stepping out and beginning the ritual of Sunday cold feet, wet hair assuming responsibility for the chill around my neck; unsure but I’m doing this anyway I woke up dead or alive determined cold feet but I’m doing this anyway
good morning world, I'd like to say good night
r-saba
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r-saba
Canadian
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
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