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Temperatures Blue


Cold feet touch the already too chill ground The snow frozen over the grass ices my vulnerable toes Quickly over this polar-like surface My heels move over Around As my soles press on the soft earth below The squishy mud oozes Out I move my legs faster and faster This is too much to handle
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