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Snow has very little relevancy
When snow comes,
that first touch of numb,
my heart’s like that now,
as if you can’t feel your fingers-
snowball after snowball,
my heart lost it’s gloves,
it’s reaching that stage
that among the splendour of winter-
with the world frozen through
how your fingers at all,
so cold,
were ever a part of you
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I like boys with strong convictions and convicts with perfect diction, Underdogs with good intentions Amputees with stamp collections
-So Nice, So Smart
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