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Dec 2016
so much snow its reaching inside my body
filling up my lungs and brain
**** its cold
everybody shivers offΒ Β the cold wind off there shoulders
as they walk into the station
**** its so cold
i kinda wish i was winter myself so id be used to this
but i still manage to get out of bed into the cold streets
everyday
everyday i get older
and everyday its gets colder
worse and worse
the only moment when age, time and the coldness of the city doesnt matter
is when im with you
REAL
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   Doug Potter
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