Frost Bites

Its so cold in here.
Its getting colder still,
reading the writing on the other side
of these foggy eyes.
So foggy no one sees inside,
but just the writings of those who have tried.
Yet when your eyes meet mine
you can look through the letters.
There you will find
a freezing child,
asking if its alright
to come outside
while hes still alive.

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