Cold it be,


Feet full freeze.

Plumber’s crack,

air gets in and out.

My hands are deadened.



Stalactite snots.

Car motor moaning,

making sounds no car should.

To bitch about the cold is divine.

New England pastime.

Lost my youth to cold’s prime.

I can’t feel my spine.


Deep frost.


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And just like that she built the Queendom she always wanted.

Smoke words every day.

Tumse na ho payega

Optimistic Soul

Me.. Era !

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