it is cold in here,
really, so that,
it is inhuman.
persons should not be cold,
but they are here.
really, nearly,
frozen.
but, if he is really willing,
his fairy is waiting,
to warm him,
with her lovely
arms.
really. she is lovely, and beautiful.
beyond comparison.
as is this city.
but not cold,
she is warm,
unlike amsterdam.
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I found the blog questioning and this specific poem reminded me "our mutual friend" by dickens.
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