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Dec 2019
Let the cold consume me,
Bring me farther into darkness,
And run my soul through
With two daggers of ice.
Drive my fingers numb
With its glacial insanity.
Turn me inside out,
Become my calamity.
It’s starting to snow and I’m cold... I should go back inside...
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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