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A Good Cold
20 July, 2019
Author: Mental

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Dark veins
That emerge
Look like tree's
About to surge...
For your heart
And sometimes the midnight tolls
Could tear you apart,
As the last lingering fog rolls
Under a heated streetlight
It dissipates into a trance
Of wisdom that you can't fight.
You say "how tragic your mind is"
So off balanced in your skull
But to me it's like a gift, an old friend
Without it my brain would be quite dull.
A touch of neurotic senses
Start to ignite
It feels like a good cold
Without the frostbite.

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Raibow (172.58.158.234) -- Sunday, August 30 2020, 05:14 am

So right

Know the feeling
 
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