SAT IN A HOLE

SAT IN A HOLE
ALL ALONE
COLD AND NUMB
SKIN AND BONE
ICY WIND
BLOW DOWN MY BACK
ICY BODY
WRAPPED IN A SACK
ICY FINGERS
SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE
I WANT BACK
THAT WHICH IS MINE
AND I WANT IT NOW.

MUDCROW 98


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