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Cold.

I'm sorry

 

The rain falls

rhythmically on the

nape of my neck.

 

I promise, it'll be different

 

My body quakes with

chills, I convulse

at your words.

 

Please

 

I can see a steady

stream of water pouring

over my eyes.

 

I still love you

 

My blood runs cold,

I lose all feeling in

my hands and feet.

My heart skips a beat,

not out of love, but from

lack of warmth.

You're an illusion,

a figment of someone else's

imagination.

 

I am cold and wet.

I'm going home.

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ruby-flynn
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May 29, 2011
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