Cold, Hot, and Warm

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    Cold, Hot, and Warm
    I am cold, I never
    did like the cold or
    never like the hot.
    Cold freeze me to the death.
    Hot melt me until I am nothing.
    Only one I love is the warm. It
    claims me and relaxes me.
    until I fall asleep.

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    bforibus commented on Cold, Hot, and Warm

    02-09-2010

    damn, this was so emotional filled and the determenation in these words to know and have what they want is a fantastic feeling.
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    baddreams

    02/10/2010

    actually...I try to make this as a fun feeling poem.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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