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Nov 2018
I can feel it
Licking me
Tasting me
The way you used too
Burning me
The way you do now
Scolding me
When I stare
Leaving me each night
Only to return and start again

I’ll spend the rest of my life walking in the shade
Not getting burnt
Not missing you when you’re gone

Not feeling warmth.

I’m cold.
You’re the only one.
Written by
latavia  21/F/cheyenne, wyoming
(21/F/cheyenne, wyoming)   
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