Cold

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As cold as December's breeze,

A cold gaze was staring at me.

My feet were anchored to the ground,

To the point I can't even turn around.


As cold as the ice during winter,

My heart became numb and cold.

To the point, I can't find a way to stop.

I need warmth, from spring's hope.

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