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Below Zero

Do not even bother— Will not get me to give Will not get me to soften the edge. I do not do feeling I do not call it love; Do not even bother— I am cold as frostbite At the end of May On sleepless nights The Sandman’s Prey.

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Published: Jan 5, 2010
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