The cold wind creeps up my legs
Seeping into my bone
And ferments a chilling feel
I rub my arms in an attempt to keep me warm
But I had already bitten off my tongue to forget the cold
I shivered and shivered but the warmth dissapated
I can't feel a thing
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Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
