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It's so cold....
I'm frozen, full of snow
to clear those,
I want a hoe.
The wind is not seems
to be stop.
Waiting till it to stop,
Like to have something,
hot, But it doesn't let me
not..
It bash me so hard;
leading me to death
I will never give up
without my house
near..
© K.v.Aswin
to clear those,
I want a hoe.
The wind is not seems
to be stop.
Waiting till it to stop,
Like to have something,
hot, But it doesn't let me
not..
It bash me so hard;
leading me to death
I will never give up
without my house
near..
© K.v.Aswin
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