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Apr 2018
Something cold has entered me
Icy fire between by shoulder blades
Misting breath and stealing color
My chest contains a barren winter
My gut, a desolate tundra
My soul has iced over
There is no warmth left in me

h.f.m.
Hannah Marr
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Hannah Marr  19/F/Canada
(19/F/Canada)   
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