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Hypothermia

Brush fire,

feverish fervor

drowned.

Hands cup my face,

fingers coil around loose tendrils,

lips plunge into cold water immersion.

Heart stops,

voltaic pulses converge,

burst avidity.

 

Can't stop.

 

False affection,

eidolon.

Mouth sewn,

pushed under,

yearned for truth.

 

Thinking about you.

 

Eyes wide open,

phantom tether

grasp unto nothing.

All becomes dust.

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