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Dec 2012
I was recovering, and breathing alone,
Abandoned in a cold place.
There was no hope, and that was okay.
But that's when I saw your face.
And you made me warm.

A soft voice with a welcoming tone,
And gentle, jolting eyes,
We stood outside in the winter weather
And your breath crystalized.
Yet you kept me warm.

I feel the explosion in my chest,
when I feel your eyes on me.
I'd live a thousand lives in wonder
Just to see what you see.
Do I make you warm?

But that's when you kissed me on my lips
And the ice began to fall apart.
Mister Furnace melted the iceberg,
And he melted my heart.
**When he kept me warm.
Brooklyn
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