The ceiling should be snowing
So cold that I am shaking
Skin slowly turning purple
Toes long past numb
Shivers sending chills all over
Snowmen have warmer fingers
Twigs shaking under snowfall
Know not my pain
Raindrops would turn to snowflakes
Should they land on my fingertips
Someone save me please
Someone stop my shaking
Let the feeling back in my fingers
Thaw me out
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