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Feb 2020
I can feel the cold
Coming off of my skin
You
******* whatever you can dream
Indoor fantasies
So much freedom being free
Ice melting in my mouth
Ice melting in your mouth
Fields of green
Fields of you
A trumpet sounds
Tearing my pregnant heart in two
Written by
Brie Williams
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