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Cold Wind

by jason-cirkovic

Come here kind sir And hand me a scarf Her whisper Passed down my spine And sent the children Running away Mothers hold their children In tall tree houses Telling them That she fell off the tree Long ago She is sour About the worm That twist Through the maze Called her steampunk heart. I never felt steam so cold Until I saw the animal She had become Did you feel that? Thats her pushing you away whats her problem? Well.. Because she refuses to face them Those leakes seep through The Steamy heart Do you see that! Its right there When she tells you Why you are such a failure But hey It takes one to know one. Im sorry If I'm being so cold But that is what happens When you're next To the Ice Shivering batches of arrogance Tossed down my shirt But hey She was the one That made me.
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Feb 11, 2015
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