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Oct 2017
So cold
So chilling
Was that room
Frigid to the bone
When exposed

So hot
So scalding
Was that water
Enough to smell burning skin
But it never seems hot enough
To burn away those memories

So dark
So confused
Shadows blended with the black
Is that cloud,
That one right there next to me,
Floating under the surface,
My burning hair
Or my blood
Olive Dyer
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Olive Dyer  18/F/Michigan
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