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Today is the first bitterly cold day of winter. With a high of thirty, I bundle myself up for my morning drive. Puffer jacket, hat, scarf, gloves. In the car, I wonder if its this cold in London. I wonder if you're wearing the plaid, wool jacket Or the black puffer. Neither are long enough, So I worry if your legs are cold. Does this weather make you miss home? Does it remind you of all those sad country songs That you love to listen to around a fire? The kind that sound better When they unfold in clouds of frozen breath? Are you still smoking cigarettes? Is it becoming a hassle to take breaks in the cold? It is for me. But since you left, I've needed them as much as I need you. I wonder if we ever shiver in the cold at the same time. So I wrap myself up to brave the bitterness, And warm my lungs on the vice I tried to rid you of. Not only did I fail, But i've picked up the distilled poison for myself. Funny how you do that. Taking my hopes And turning them into a regressive addiction. I can't be the first You've had this affect on. So tell me, is it cold in London?
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Nov 29, 2023
Nov 29, 2023 at 2:28 PM UTC
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Today is the first bitterly cold day of winter. With a high of thirty, I bundle myself up for my morning drive. Puffer jacket, hat, scarf, gloves. In the car, I wonder if its this cold in London. I wonder if you're wearing the plaid, wool jacket Or the black puffer. Neither are long enough, So I worry if your legs are cold. Does this weather make you miss home? Does it remind you of all those sad country songs That you love to listen to around a fire? The kind that sound better When they unfold in clouds of frozen breath? Are you still smoking cigarettes? Is it becoming a hassle to take breaks in the cold? It is for me. But since you left, I've needed them as much as I need you. I wonder if we ever shiver in the cold at the same time. So I wrap myself up to brave the bitterness, And warm my lungs on the vice I tried to rid you of. Not only did I fail, But i've picked up the distilled poison for myself. Funny how you do that. Taking my hopes And turning them into a regressive addiction. I can't be the first You've had this affect on. So tell me, is it cold in London?
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Nov 29, 2023
Nov 29, 2023 at 2:28 PM UTC
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