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Aug 2013
Two frostbitten eyes at the end of my summer time,
They are not cold,
But I remember a time when they were far warmer.

Forever blue, but always selfless,
Never empty, but sometimes they bleed
me.

Her two frostbitten eyes were all I saw,
And they did freeze.
Marshall CB Hiatt
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Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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