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split finger tips numbly bat at the bits of memory scattered in the snow their touch slowly recedes deep to the sunken eyes these helpless orbs guide pathetic hands fumbling with that forgotten feel they watch as jagged shards of broken senses tear at paper skin to reveal frozen veins gasping for one spurt of lovely red life to ignite in the white listen, the final whisper winds along breathless fissures my cold love sighs to see the first few fingers into ghostly splinters shatter and without much fuss drift back to the snow
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
My Cold Love
split finger tips numbly bat at the bits of memory scattered in the snow their touch slowly recedes deep to the sunken eyes these helpless orbs guide pathetic hands fumbling with that forgotten feel they watch as jagged shards of broken senses tear at paper skin to reveal frozen veins gasping for one spurt of lovely red life to ignite in the white listen, the final whisper winds along breathless fissures my cold love sighs to see the first few fingers into ghostly splinters shatter and without much fuss drift back to the snow
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
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