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JP Mantler Jul 2015
Cold Spring of my pale stomach
Shivers my spine
Into a lapse of despair
As I die each day

I taste sickness all day
And this Cold Spring
Will never go away
As I try to recover

Cold Spring impaled my stomach
When I came back from warmth
Now I fear, oh fear
The clouds will stay

Sick but hungry
For warmth to return
When will my torture
Recede from Cold Spring

Callous feeling of regret
I have lost my way
Into the melting grounds
Oh, coldness please melt away

Sweet skies may rain
Oh, please rain away my weakness
Wash away the lingering hurt
Oh, please God heal my vessel
To Mach Furnalion with enveloped crumpets.
Circa 2014.

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