Cold
Cold
Tearing through pores and holes
Cold
Steering conditions
Uh!Fever
I run and I run
Seeking for warmth
More than the umpteenth time
Yet,it's cold
The first layer fibrous and rough
Sheaved under the guise of warmth
The second and third
Invokes hunger of want
But,it's strength increased
Ferociously it tore my navel
My strength,my weakness lashed together in a second
Gently I crawled into the bosom of warmth
Soft hands hisses like fire
Consumed my ravaged body
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