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Nov 2020
Ice Cold(dead)

  All the things that matter
Meticulous brain splatters
Upon a cold body, rotten inside
Time not still, his clock steady chiming
Knobs, beats of an old heart, growing closer to a young man
He will never become!
Written by
Latitisha Hendricks  45/F
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