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Nov 2018
we were fire
burning up just like the feeling your touch gave me
we were death valley

and then

we were warm
the kind of warm from a funfair hot chocolate
we weren’t just lust anymore

and now

we are cold
the cold from bitter winds in december
we are ice on the road

but

the coldest of weathers will warm
maybe they just need some time
maybe we just need some time
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