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The morning air Seeping in through open windows Settles a chill in my bones Goose flesh Dots my legs And pasty cheeks My finger tips pulsate With the numb The tip of my nose Is stained cherry pink While my nails turn blue And my mind stop turning Freezing over slowing In that harsh, morning air
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
I'd Do Best To Tuck My Chin Into My Sweater
The morning air Seeping in through open windows Settles a chill in my bones Goose flesh Dots my legs And pasty cheeks My finger tips pulsate With the numb The tip of my nose Is stained cherry pink While my nails turn blue And my mind stop turning Freezing over slowing In that harsh, morning air
My room is cold, and yet I insist on keeping all of my windows open at all hours.
#winter#morning#cold#chilled#numb#frozen
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hannah1221
Non-binary/Haven, ME
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
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