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Oct 2018
he walked in with an effortless grace
made his presence known to me
the room was undisturbed all other patrons unbeknownst to the mystery of he
i was cloaked in a chill that cascaded over me like a sheet of ice
he didn’t look *** i expected him to
he was clean cut with eyes of icy blue, he could have easily been mistaken for love
but i knew after gazing into the icy blue
that i had met the death of me
the death of me is you.
frankie
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frankie  16/F/florida
(16/F/florida)   
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