like madness, is an all-knowing thing.
it's known, here, in my empty bed
in my empty heart
in my oh-so-chilly toes tonight.
i'd wrap them
alas
they'd be hidden away from you.
but who are you?
a warm body next to mine
since it's winter and all.
and in the winter,
warm company is the best kind.
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