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Jan 2021
the cold seeps into my bones
like tea in a cup of hot water

and like the hot tea
it burns me within
with its touch

i hate it

and as i sit on a warm bus
peering out the window
thinking of you

my hatred only grows
I hate winter
Written by
Clove  Stuck In My Head
(Stuck In My Head)   
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