ChillA Poem by PhillitupYou may know this feeling well, I definitely crave this feeling.
Air bites my face
a chill runs up my spine my adrenaline starts to pump dew lands quietly on my face and I breath in fresh air cold stings my throat and makes a smile curl on my lips intimately the dark night air fades the black blanket of mystery replaced by the chill of a clear and crisp dawn the feeling I love of fresh morning air © 2012 PhillitupAuthor's Note
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Added on December 22, 2012Last Updated on December 22, 2012 AuthorPhillitupFLAboutI am 14-years-old. I find inspiration all over the place: memories, ideas, things I notice. I like believing in things that others find impossible. I think that's the way I hope for a better future. .. more..Writing
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