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Jan 2010
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.
Written by
Marley ONeill
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