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Aug 2020
ice
the sun kisses my face
feel the winds gentle embrace
icy breath escapes my lungs
my lips turn blue
I feel around me
dirt
all I feel is dirt
the smell of soil
I close my eyes
waking in reality
or is this all really a dream
Written by
fate nightshade
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