Winter

You are so cold to me.
You give me chills.
Every time you come around
I get this cold shoulder.
I wish you never breathed on me.
You make me sick.
I hate even the thought of you being here.
Please don't hug me.
Don't touch me,
Just leave,
Head out of town early.
I look forward to you leaving.
I am counting the days till you're gone.

by Demarquis Johnson

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