“Season prick the skin …”

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Cold came in the morning to prick the skin Cold and covered with both hands that just occurred the body Sigh narrate a cold spit You are still wrapped in a warm likely the futon in a futon It has dived out only head It has somehow been regrettable love regrettable love In warm futon is leave a little more sleeping A gentle sleep is allowed to warm Poet - Moderns …

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