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Cold

Member since 2004 · Posted 17 Mar 2005 · 0 comments

Fire spat and hissed inside an iron box sun’s rays rejuvenated inside my house and bones Fill her full, he’d told me close her tight damper angled inlet screwed down low blower on, vents open I went upstairs felt the windows’ frost. And there I knew He’d taught me well to manage fire survive a chilly bed and in the end to throw it all away

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