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Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Homeostasis

I don't feel warm,
I don't feel cold.
I just am.

Just to be is just to be,
The freezing winds,
The sunny beach.

My coat is warm,
My goosebumps prickle
But life is long
While seasons are fickle.
Posted by Peter Bickerton at 00:43
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