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Apr 18
You gaze at me with half-lidded eyes,
stoic, bored, indifferent,
so frigid that my lips tremble at the sight
and turn blue to the touch.
G Rose
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G Rose  25/F/Currently: L̶o̶s̶t̶ Found
(25/F/Currently: L̶o̶s̶t̶ Found)   
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     Bea Autumn, TSPoetry, Zamia, Fawn and Salmabanu Hatim
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