COLDER WIND everything is strange stars act as if they don't know me the wind rumbles in its attic of cold weather you are walking somewhere from one room to another or maybe outside from one door to the other your colder wind puts your hands in your pockets but can't keep your fingers still or your lips from moving I am awake this 3:00 a.m. and the sound that roused me might be words so I try to make them out and of course my lips move
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