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Jan 2015
Negative 3
I'm in a loose fitted blouse that's so thin
you could probably see straight through me
Pants that don't cover my calves in the
slightest way
People are calling my crazy
But the cold against my body hurts less
than the way you left
Stinging from the frost will at least leave
rose marks on my cheeks
Unlike your lips have
At least this is bearable
At least this way I can say I feel something
(Jan 14, 6:43 am)
Madeline Frosh
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Madeline Frosh  NYC
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