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Oct 2012
Cold eyes,
glaring down at me,
disgusted and disappointed.
Cold words
that spit out from your
cold lips.
A cold hand
that clashes against my face
in a hot flash.
The barrier of ice
which guards your
cold heart
will never crack.
Leanna Taylor
Written by
Leanna Taylor  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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