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Sep 2014
White, my hands of ice
Warmed by the chilled blade upon my palm.
A touch of red
Blurs pink.
No light,
Just white, and fade
The frozen air begins to warm
as the water drips from my soul
onto the bedroom floor.
Nicole
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Nicole  28/Non-binary/Wisconsin
(28/Non-binary/Wisconsin)   
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