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It's cold.

I'm cold.

My hands are cold.

My heart is cold.

My whole body is cold.

Does anybody have a blanket to share?

How about a jacket?

A scarf will do to.

But those things can't keep me entirely warm.

The only thing that can keep me warm is you inbetween my arms.

Holding each other close; not wanting to let go.

And just... cuddling to each other.

Whispering nonsense into each other's ears, but enjoying the small talk, anyway.

Ah, what a thing to experience.

But alas.

You're not in my arms no more.

You left me to shiver.

It isn't the same anymore.

Without you,

Who's going to keep me warm in this cold, empty home of mine?

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