See the wrecking crews go by
Leave a broken piece of you outside
See the smokers out to breathe
Coughing secrets as you start to leave
See your words hang in the cold
Clouds of chatter from inside your soul
Every story stained in glass
Starts to shatter on your way to class
The cold is nice, when love is ice
Our solitude will warm the room
We'll melt here like icicles
Electric and lyrical
Our solitude will warm the room
So let's never leave the room
See the Blakeans on fire
Campus poetry or real desire?
Elbows covered for the freeze
I feel it coming with your Western breeze
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