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Jan 2019
I tried humans once, they really weren't fun,
Loved me for some time, threw me out once done,
We praised someones birth, we wept when one died,
They cried when I laughed, they laughed when I cried,
They gave me a feeling of love and pain,
A feeling that makes a man go insane,
It's better not to feel, or so I'm told,
So I've decided to embrace the cold.

The cold is my friend, a friend that can numb,
Unsheathed pocket hand, freeze pinky to thumb,
Strip the shoes and socks off so that the toes,
Feel cold like my bare face, just like my nose,
Stripped off jacket, they say, "What's wrong with you?",
"Everyone is wearing one. Get a clue!",
They can't fathom the way I like to roll,
I tell them, "It's chill... I'm friends with the cold.".

But when cold fleets, and all I feel is heat,
I flee the outdoors, away from the streets,
Into my room where I sit and I wait,
Till' I've thought of a way to replicate,
The all time greatest friend that I once knew,
But things like an ice bath would never do,
Just a subtle breeze, then my love is sold,
To the precious wind, to the freezing cold.
Brrr...
Sketcher
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Sketcher  18/M/Blaine, Washington
(18/M/Blaine, Washington)   
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     Sketcher and delilah
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