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Jan 2015
Shivering to the cold
Still no effort in search of warmth
Why?
Is there anything like warmth anymore...
It's just cold,
Blue Flakes Surrounded,
Piercing,
Etching,
The velvet box,
The one that holds my heart captive,
safe.

-fir.m
x'D It is a cold night.
Firzaana Mohamed
Written by
Firzaana Mohamed  21/F/Guyana
(21/F/Guyana)   
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