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Nov 2017
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Like my bedroom window on winter nights
The cold is bittersweet, when you smell the air
But after a while I begin to shake
My fingers cold as ice
Lungs strain to hold breath
Clouds erupt from my mouth
My room fills with snow
But only if I close it,
If I close it maybe I would be okay
But it never really made the cold go away
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CNM  Oregon
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