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Constant cough Shakes my lower wards But somehow Bone-chilling cold Soothes alignment Reminds me The free will Have we to create In isolation Have we our own Congregation Less with bells More with shapes Have we the will To create Bleeding internal Is my own Infernal path Keeps me warm Gives me all the Warmth I long for Makes me laugh When kids Throw snowballs At my fortress So unaware of the Wild depths that wait
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Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 8:22 PM UTC
Snowballs
Constant cough Shakes my lower wards But somehow Bone-chilling cold Soothes alignment Reminds me The free will Have we to create In isolation Have we our own Congregation Less with bells More with shapes Have we the will To create Bleeding internal Is my own Infernal path Keeps me warm Gives me all the Warmth I long for Makes me laugh When kids Throw snowballs At my fortress So unaware of the Wild depths that wait
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Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 8:22 PM UTC
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