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The chilling snow storm winds howl, a cry heard around the town. The neighborhood dogs run afoul, not even the frostbit air can hold them down. The streets are deserted, desolate, street light flicker on and off. We try to make the best of it, a storm which we've all had enough of. The floor creaks, beneath my feet, as I make my way into the den. The walls creak, and sound weak, just like everything built by men. I pick up my book, "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn", the perfect read, for when snowed in. The time on the clock ticks, and ticks, and ticks, and even clicks. Time wasting away, on a snowy winter day. The cabin I'm in, is full of sin, lust, ****** and even some mahogany. I live in a house of hate, a cesspool of lies. All of which, I will not deny. And I will admit, I really do miss, your beautiful smile, oh, it drove me wild. But I failed you, and you have the right to leave. Chew me up and spit me out, like your average piece of **** So I will sit here, in this raging winter storm, and feed the fire more, feed the fire more.
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May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
Feeding the Fire
The chilling snow storm winds howl, a cry heard around the town. The neighborhood dogs run afoul, not even the frostbit air can hold them down. The streets are deserted, desolate, street light flicker on and off. We try to make the best of it, a storm which we've all had enough of. The floor creaks, beneath my feet, as I make my way into the den. The walls creak, and sound weak, just like everything built by men. I pick up my book, "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn", the perfect read, for when snowed in. The time on the clock ticks, and ticks, and ticks, and even clicks. Time wasting away, on a snowy winter day. The cabin I'm in, is full of sin, lust, ****** and even some mahogany. I live in a house of hate, a cesspool of lies. All of which, I will not deny. And I will admit, I really do miss, your beautiful smile, oh, it drove me wild. But I failed you, and you have the right to leave. Chew me up and spit me out, like your average piece of **** So I will sit here, in this raging winter storm, and feed the fire more, feed the fire more.
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May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
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