i close my palm as if hiding
something, i don't want seen
i blow it slowly refreshing
reminds me of winter then
i have to go out in the open
so i can talk to you my friend
i remember it was thirty seven
not counting wind chill factor
i survive by relaxing my body
to provide unrestricted flow
today i'm trying to block pain
holding myself from scream
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