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Sep 2014 · 617
Song
Azariah Eaman Sep 2014
your soul hums a very soft, quiet tune. It laces up my ribs, into my heart, making it impossible to forget your gentle song.

my soul sings loud and bright, all the while yearning for you.

how I was lucky enough to hear your song I know not.
           but oh how I will never forget it.
Sep 2014 · 501
bitter
Azariah Eaman Sep 2014
the cold bites at your face
and you hold your scarf tighter around your bruised neck
the blasting wind scratches at your bones
you swear you can feel your ribs poke your skin
and raw ice scratches at your heart


i can hear your name in my head
but frozen tears don't fall

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