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May 2019
Cold
A violent wind
the breath leaves my lungs
limbs so cold
still awake
yet
my
heart
hasn't moved
I
lie
waiting
to leave this place
my eyes gloss over
my
skin
hasn't
changed
a
tear
rolls down
my face
Written by
fate nightshade
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