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Dec 2014
One day your fire went out.
I didn't know this will come,
I just woke up longing for its warmth.
The flickering slowly fades away.

Now it is getting colder
It is all over the skin and is now slowly touching the bones

Chills

Chills


It went onto the veins,
Then to the heart.
Oh no, the heart!
Now it is freezing.

Chills

Chills


One day it will stop on beating.
One desert winter night, when I was covered by melancholy as a blanket.
estelle deamor
Written by
estelle deamor  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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