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Feb 2019
Chilled to the soul,
frozen to the skull.
Iced to my nerves,
at the very breath
of your unintentional
existential thoughts
spoken towards me.
Your subzero words
bring no heat to my
heart that once was
my whole existence.
Written by
Logan Sandall
181
   Jules and Fawn
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