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Aug 2015
It's quiet,
I stare out the window,
you walk up,
clear skies turn to storms.

You're dangerous,
your touch turns me to stone,
you're as cold as ice,
never feeling remorse.

Now you walked away,
the skies are still dark,
and the air around me is silent,
and my heart broken.
IcySky
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IcySky  19/F/Flagler Beach, FL
(19/F/Flagler Beach, FL)   
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