The Cold Days The days go by like years as my bones are chilled. Cold weather does me no good, all I do is shake and wish for bones. Bones that I can barely see...for now. You see, cold makes me cold. It takes my soul and wraps its threads around and through it, holding it hostage until I can again feel warmth. Crazy? No. I'm perfectly fine. It's all of your eyes I'm worried about. I Can See. ~Chess
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