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Mar 2016
My legs are as cold as my heart is.
Sensation of numb.
It's not comfortable.
A heartless fool indeed I am.
Some how I grin.
Tasting sin.
Chapped blazing lips.
They bleed for I am a vampire.
Myself I feed.
Self-sufficient.
In winter splitting.
Lips that are cracking, always leaking.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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