Winter

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C O L D
skin freezing as it touches the air
S T I L L
My legs as I stand at the corner, I don't dare
M O V E
My hands in and out of my pockets,as I stare
I N T O
The distance as I wait for my sister, a glare
G I V E N
From my grandmother when she finds that I am there
A L O N E
As I walk back to the house,I wasn't prepared
I N D O O R S
Finally surrounded by warmth, but it'll disappear
A S  S O O N
as I grab my gloves

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