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Jan 2014
I was forged from the fire
I'm hot to the touch
No one could love me
They were afraid it'd hurt too much

Then he came strolling
Into class one day
Freezing everything
That lay in his wake

He sat next to me
The only one immune to his cold
Gave me a smile
That's where our story unfolds
lemon
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lemon  somewhere in the midwest
(somewhere in the midwest)   
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