This newest cold front
The worst so far
Makes your teeth chatter an' clatter
Which gets on my nerves
It freezes your pipes and makes you stutter
Also
I rub my palms for warmth but
Our loins remain cold as a vacuum
I can see my breath
When you enter the room
The cold front comes from
Within
Without any forecast warning
And we are left having any sparks of warmth remaining
Between us
Snuffed out
By: Daniel Smallegange
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