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Nov 2012
detach, i think,
remove yourself.
(the heat of my body slowly melts
the snow beneath my back and legs)
be rational, think logically.
breathe deep the cold air,
and let the chill quiet you.
you’re just a mechanical system,
says the ice,
She’s just a machine.

yet the snow underneath continues to melt,
and I continue to love her.
Written by
Patrick Black
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