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Mar 2010
my heart is on fire
but my skin is like ice
i cannot stop the trembling
i have to get out of here
a hot shower is perfect
for getting you off my mind
but the water is cold
my whole body protests
surely the freezing stream
will warm up soon
i stand there trembling
trying to forget you
an hour i wait
chilled to the bone
it gets no warmer
i cannot remember anything
except your hands
your lips your neck
my body screams in protest
as i cut the stream of water
and emerge to find
no towel on the rack
Written by
jana f.
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   kelly rai
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