It was cold out
December 8, 2014
I wrapped up and went walking
it was cold out
I picked up two little stones to warm my hands
The wind from the North
smelt of snow
My nose running for shelter in my beard
I longed for something and nothing
stumbling along hidden paths
Through brambles of thoughts
I trod in dog shit
It was cold out
I picked up two little stones to warm my hands
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