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It's cold outside

Can't you feel it?

Your hands are frozen stiff

Come inside, wrap this warm blanket around you

I will make chicken dumpling soup, stay awhile

Tell me your name
So I may taste its flavor as it rolls off my tongue

I'll start a fire, recount to me all your favorite stories

Roll biscuits with me, confess to me all your regrets

Cut vegetables and pick seasonings beside me, show me all your scars

Open your heart so I might know you

Feel my warmth as I clasp your hands in mine

Let me help sooth your aches and pains, I'll pass you a bowl

It's much too cold outside

And good food is better with company

Can't you feel it?
Dine with me awhile, feel that you are home here
Xeki
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Xeki  21/Trans/Washington
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