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Feb 2014
silent silver air
funnels in and out of my ears
the light bright world
makes me doubt the color of my eyes
ice clear teeth
spaced with room for hot air
my eyelids cannot close
for the brightness lies within my skull

lightheaded

the cold will shrink me until i don't exist
Written by
Joanna Grace
505
   Theia Gwen
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