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Jun 2016
Fevers break...
And I'm trapped in bones fragile like porcelain.

If only I could find some sort of balance
between fire and ice.

There is no gray smudge amid the black and white.
There's only dark and there's only light.

I'm cold on a hot summer's day.
I'm wondering if you'll stay...

Always.
spacequeen
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spacequeen  the universe
(the universe)   
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