My fingers are freezing
A cold draft hits my neck.
Autumn is done teasing
Winter gently pecks.
It’s difficult to write when it’s cold
Emptiness creeps from within.
I wonder what life will unfold
On thin ice I try not to spin.

Choosing Life and Operating Happiness
My fingers are freezing
A cold draft hits my neck.
Autumn is done teasing
Winter gently pecks.
It’s difficult to write when it’s cold
Emptiness creeps from within.
I wonder what life will unfold
On thin ice I try not to spin.
🥶💕✍️ true
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