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Oct 2012
Your stare has an icy coldness that gets my attention,
It makes me shiver when I am near,
With every quiver you pull me closer,
We become one,
I am the one you hold onto now.
When I am with you,
I am no longer cold.
Written by
Emily Thompson
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