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Feb 2016
It's cold outside
Frigid is a better word
Yet I'm still sitting here
Gotta have that nicotine
Why am I doing this?
It's cold
I'm cold
Normally,
I have no regrets
I like it
I enjoy it
Consequences be dammed
When it's warm
Now it's cold
I wish you'd warm up again
I mean the weather
It's cold
I'm not thinking straight
Better go back inside
Hunter Miller
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