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IT'S COLD HERE
When you
look at me
I freeze
and wished
I had something
to wear
Naked
I stand before you
not knowing what to say
Do we care
where we came from?
Do we care who we are?
Will we laugh at nothing?
Pretend not to pretend?
It keeps getting colder
Who will withstand?
and
Who will leave first?
By: Roger Harkness
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