it’s fucking cold
I am waiting for you
it starts to snow
I find it uncalled-for
agreeing to ___
and ignoring ___
all of that
inside me
it’s fucking cold
cigarettes
are running low
I wait for ___
nothing but all of that
that is so far
and depersonalised
(fucking) cold
inside
I wait
I wait for you
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