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I tap a finger on my desk
While I sense the icy A/C
Breezing over my head.

I shiver, my arms and legs
taking on a pale shade.

Thoughts race of defrosting coffee
and sweatshirts roam in my mind,
but I have no such comfort.

I realize that I might have
to survive the harsh winter
of a class that awaits.




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