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Mar 2013
Oh, how we were cast these roles.

Me,
the defender.

You.
the aggressor.

Yet we do nothing.

Not a single movement can be tied to this silent dance of ours.

The ice you breathe coats the walls.
And the fire I bleed,
seems too weak to melt it.

Through these desperate pleas,
I am rewarded with empty palms.

Together,
we created steam.

An escape for you.

Yet for me,
it will be a place
to hide the pieces of my heart.
William Eberlein
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William Eberlein  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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