Mouthful of air.
Blew at my face.
Simmer and gleam,
Fleets and passing.
Yet I still remember
The nights so cold.
A me that feels old.
Melancholic even.
Like my life's been
To hard to be driven.
A Cold Night
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Pandamonic
[The Great Swimming Panda], Male
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