the cold crisp air
fills my lungs with life,
the cold crisp air
hits my face like a knife,
the cold crisp air
reminds me that i can die,
against the cold crisp air,
i rarely feel more alive.
the cold crisp air
fills my lungs with life,
the cold crisp air
hits my face like a knife,
the cold crisp air
reminds me that i can die,
against the cold crisp air,
i rarely feel more alive.
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