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ice cold
white hot
wrecking my train of thought

I say these words as I think
I'm on the brink
of realizing what I feel

I despise , I love
I'm spun around
by your ever changing tides

Your eyes they say be mine
your hands they feel divine
but understanding you


Is harder than moving mountains
so I pray that someday
the clouds won't be gray

— The End —