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Jan 2019
Burning snow
Seeping ice
Freezing closed
The teeth that bite
Chattering, Gnashing
Clawing at cold
The cold that gnaws the heart and soul
To fill my core with bitter snow
Where once your touch had made me whole
Hell has frozen over. It's called Idaho.
James LR
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James LR  22/M/Idaho
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