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Jul 2016
You taste cold
Like chlorine in pool water
When I lick the tears away from my lips
And press the heels of my palms into my eyes
In that darkness i can see
The way your curls fall over your shoulders
I don't understand it at first
Tears are warm
Oh, but you are so cold
Cold like the first snow in winter
The type of cold you're drawn to
Until you're chilled to the bone
Day after freezing day
Clutching your coat tighter around you
You're cold like Christmas morning
All twinkly music and twinkling lights
While the families are snowed in, buried inside
It feels so warm until you look out the window and see white
You're cold like New Years Eve
Complete with the fireworks and the noise
That I was so afraid of as a child
So I guess I really need to learn to trust my instincts
Before I catch something that kills me
how many poems will i write for Memory?
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
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