jueves, 14 de enero de 2016

Once

Once I felt the cold on my skin
I thought of what I wanted to be
Once I felt the cold in my being 
I knew there is nothing to grieve

Once I thought of what I wanted to feel
I missed my aching skin
Once I felt the warmth 
I knew I was still here

8:02pm

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