My hands are very cold
As I stand outside at night
Typing in this crummy poem
Because I just have too, all right?
Earlier I was occupied
With eating what I was masticating
But as I suffer in the moment
I regret procrastinating.
My hands are very cold
As I stand outside at night
Typing in this crummy poem
Because I just have too, all right?
Earlier I was occupied
With eating what I was masticating
But as I suffer in the moment
I regret procrastinating.
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