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Feb 2018
Here we stand,
Hand in hand
With each breath we take,
We inhale the blades we made
But with you and only you
We both know it will be okay.
The ice in the air,
Like knives in our backs
Take us both to what we had
Whatever lurks in the smoke
Will only make us bitter cold.
Written by
Anne  24/F/Arkansas
(24/F/Arkansas)   
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