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Stone Cold; My Past.
Stone cold... these are the affection of my bed, nestled beside the fireplace, upon stone cold I lay my head; your warmth it no longer knows.
The longevity of nights have passed; now cruel and aching memories are your laughs; now, before my hearts retrieves its mask, a final kiss to you, my past.
A cold bed is perhaps the most subtle and sickeningly human reminder, that someone is no longer with you... and in subservience to love, there is nothing that you can do.
K-mari AJani Jones
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