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Mar 2012
Cold
Droplets of water
Small beads
Keeping flesh fresh

Burning oxygen
Dead cells
White huffs
Mouth of snow and clouds

Thighs compact
Skin cakey
Eyes pure

Plump lips red
Irritated and punched
Tongue moist

Saliva

And biting

Pulling

And tugging

Blood

Bitter arms
Harsh words
Death whispers
"Baby it's cold outside"
Mellifluous
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   Andrew
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