I wrote this in October of 2007. truth The freezing cold hit me as you said your last goodbye. No more warm and cozy instances of your body entrapped with mine. Will I ever feel warm again or is the cruel cold a permanent thing? Share this:Tweet Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on TumblrPocketLike Loading... Related
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