as my fingertips frost over
i fear my heart follows
for i'm not of venus
born to be a lover
i'm rigid and distant
unable to keep up
my semblance of self
nearly nonexistent
May 19, 2022
May 19, 2022 at 3:06 AM UTC
as my fingertips frost over
i fear my heart follows
for i'm not of venus
born to be a lover
i'm rigid and distant
unable to keep up
my semblance of self
nearly nonexistent
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