Winter


A cold room.
A windy fan.
The gust thrust upon the face.
A blanket covering toe to neck.
Wonderful and warm wispers with the person we want.
Those eerie talks makes our lip ends rise.
The blanket binding body feels like a sweet hug.
This warm cuddling bed gives feeling beyond the world.

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