Wednesday, 30 May 2012

The Cold. By Latham

I am a magnet on a fridge. So lonely and so cold. I shrivel up on this fridge holding items with all my strength. Every day I see the grass brushing against the wind and the sun overlooking the world, but I am stuck here shivering until I am no use no more.

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