IT'S COLD HERE
 
 When you
 look at me
 I freeze
 and wished
 I had something
 to wear

 Naked
 I stand before you
 not knowing what to say
 
 Do we care
 where we came from?
 Do we care who we are?
 Will we laugh at nothing? 
 Pretend not to pretend?

 It keeps getting colder
 Who will withstand? 
 and 

 Who will leave first?

 By: Roger Harkness

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