I've experienced a new type of cold. It's the kind that you can't seem to warm up as easily. The kind that feels more like it's in your core, rather than just in your fingers or on your cheeks. It's the kind that makes your organs tremble and makes you feel ill. It likes to snake in the middle of your lungs and slither against your spine, an internal shiver that is unrelenting. I hate this type of cold. It never goes away.
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Late Night Feels
PoetryThose intense feelings that tangle their arms around your body and try to eat you alive, all wrapped up into this collection of poems. Enjoy.
