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Jan 2013
It's thirteen below outside
Fingers are cramping, they're afraid of this temperature
My nose and ears soon follow my finger's fright
*** on a cold passenger seat
I can feel my spine begin to settle in to frozen comfort
Maybe if I had a cigarette, I could light the end
Stick the burning leaves to my ice cold hand
Thinking to myself
Maybe this is what love feels like
Aaron McDaniel
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Aaron McDaniel  22/M/Maine
(22/M/Maine)   
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