05 | Cold
Pitter, patter.
Rain on glass.
Chitter, chatter.
Glass against skin.
You gave a shudder;
full-on fever.
I never knew cold could burn.
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Pitter, patter.
Rain on glass.
Chitter, chatter.
Glass against skin.
You gave a shudder;
full-on fever.
I never knew cold could burn.
***
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