Cold
Cold
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I'm always so cold, wether at night or in the suns bright light, it's been so long, since my night and days didn't feel so wrong, no matter what I think, my future is certain to be so cold and now peak, why can't I dream like the rest, im cold, I'm indifferent, not blessed. Crossed up time, can't all be mine, but some now find, Like grapes on a vine,
Copyright © Rory Christy | Year Posted 2017
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