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Coldness prickles my feet
The winter morning is no joking matter
If you have no means to eat or a place to sleep
The twigs crackle crackle crackle
It's been a month since I've
come around,
and it's been a month since I
went and found
that I have a hard time believing in humanity.
Humanity-
Humanity-
