Monday, March 18, 2013

Cold

Cold.
As bitter as a lemon and
cutting like a knife. Just
toget away one would give
their life.
Cold.
Billows through a building
with imbittered voices. Making
one turn up all heating devices.
Cold.
Makes teeth chatter in a
death like rattle. Some
chose to fight with endless
prattle.
Cold.

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