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Mar 2019
I become frost bitten responding to your words.  
My limbs grow numb at the same time as my mind.
My hands grow cold at the same time as my heart.
My fingers turn black at the same time as my soul.
Caitlin
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Caitlin  F/Ontario
(F/Ontario)   
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     abigail l, Perry and Steven
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