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Jul 2020
My eyes are jaded
in this House of snow.
Staring into white
soft and cold
Dying, desperate for one last gasp of warmth.
crawl up against the flame
it licks and poisons
cuddle tighter , it licks closer.
Embers bright and skin terrified
scarred, blessed and burned.
Treat the wounds and warm some more.
#warmth #cold
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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