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The cold this morning
Reminds me of the wind
Coming off the Mississippi
As a knife it would
Cut through scarves and
Gloves and hats and coats
And sweaters and sweatshirts
And skin to jab
Its point into
Your bone.
It wasn't really that cold,
But the wind and the
Water made it feel so.
The same moisture made the summers unbearable.
Every summer I thought I would
Sweat and melt away
And die
But somehow I survived
Another year.
That's how life is
When I think I can't make it
Another day
I somehow survive
And always feel on the verge
Of freezing or melting
Away.

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