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Oct 20
our time has ended
the smallest fragment of time we had together
that then seemed to have lasted a lifetime
but now only a second of my memory
if only the clock could go backward
we could save our supposed love
that love that burned hotter than a blue flame
the warmth enough to keep me cozy during your winters
and how cold and dangerous those winters were
you screamed, and you struck
oh, how distant your summers appeared to be
the only remedy my love for you
winters passed and summers went
still, you screamed, and you struck
then one day came, the last of all days spent with you
i could no longer bear your freezing winters
your warming love turned to suffocate
no longer heating my cold blood
it would be that last time you screamed
the last time you struck
the last season in your arms
Written by
alexia  15/F/six feet under
(15/F/six feet under)   
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