I’ve come to like the cold shower at night. They’re refreshing in this climate.
I used to think these showers were cold. They’re nowhere near as cold as some other things...
More later.
For now, a poem;
As cold as death, as cold as nothing,
Dragging me downstream
Coming from upstream
Frozen in parts, broken as a heart,
Ice in spikes... prickles!
Dragging me
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Que te pasa, hombre? Por que te encuentras tan deprimido de repente? Si tienes que quejarte, estoy a tus ordenes.
Un abrazo.
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