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May 2014
the possibility of you was my blanket
the intrigue of your lips
pressed onto wherever hey decided
kept the frigid wind from blowing through me
frozen crystals of ice were melted off
my guilty body
guilty
i was delusional
potential isnt promise
so when the trace of you left the air
the snow was vicious and penetrated my flesh
and
now
i'm
so
cold.
emma
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