The Give-Away(O.P.I)
Placed before me is a delicacy
Under the weather, I do not fancy
Yet I took a deep
To hide my weep
To numb my glow
And my chipper
Lost in it
The cold deep into my system
All of it numb and cold
Cold from the wind
It was a feeling familiar
For comfort
A scoop of ice- It is a summon
P.S....Just a little too much
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