the cold seeps into my bones
like tea in a cup of hot water
and like the hot tea
it burns me within
with its touch
i hate it
and as i sit on a warm bus
peering out the window
thinking of you
my hatred only grows
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC
the cold seeps into my bones
like tea in a cup of hot water
and like the hot tea
it burns me within
with its touch
i hate it
and as i sit on a warm bus
peering out the window
thinking of you
my hatred only grows
I hate winter
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