Coldness (A POEM)
Freezing Temperatures, Preserved Hearts
Your Pure Smooth Skin Has Become Oh So Chilly
Your Once Warm Touch Is Now So Cool
The Weather And Our Souls Tis Freezing
The World, Our World, Has Grown Icy-Cold
Our City Can Only Be Described As Snowy
A White, Glacial, Wintery Hellscape
Crisp Air Accompanies Frosty Windows
This Frigidness As Maddening As Bitterly Cold Death
Biting Through Coats And Jackets Alike
Piercing, Numbing, Sharp Pains Across Entire Bodies
The Raw Power Of The Polar Depths
The Boreal, Baltic Sea Transported Within Our Walls
Within Our Flesh Is A Never Ending Artic Tundra
Blanketing Our Spirit, Blasted Is This Gelid Treachery
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Regular Person
I do stuff but we're just getting to know each other so why don't you slow down a bit?
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