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Jun 2018
Cold food presented for my pleasure
Frost clinging to a meal unfit
I cannot eat, it’s much too cold im sure
Ungrateful boy

So taking up our arms we eat
Our frozen food and drink
And taking my first bite of meat
I find it dry and inhospitable

I grasp the icy glass
Cracks form in my skin
And breathing deep of noxious gas
I eat cold food again
Written by
Logan L  21/M
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   CjordanK
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