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Nov 2014
When you look at me that way,
My stomach turns to ice and my thoughts freeze.
I utter a sentence but it sounds from far away
Flames rise in my cheeks as I've said the wrong answer

What a funny thing it is, to be made of both fire and ice
Weary Traveler
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Weary Traveler
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