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Feb 2014
Like a Christmas cookie in February,
I feel moldy and forgotten.

Winter melts all around me,
yet I stay frozen.

Stuck on the same chord,
I spin around letting the needle
carve new scars,
my face wrought in dark humor.

New songs will come,
the deep night will fail,
so I hope for warmth,
my art begotten.
Written by
jack
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