A thickness in air,
I yearned for
warmth and
sun.
The freeze is not
a friend of mine.
I will mosey my way
to the desert,
where I will bundle
in the hot sand,
from july to june,
that is where
I belong
I am
cold-blooded
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 6:26 AM UTC
A thickness in air,
I yearned for
warmth and
sun.
The freeze is not
a friend of mine.
I will mosey my way
to the desert,
where I will bundle
in the hot sand,
from july to june,
that is where
I belong
I am
cold-blooded
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