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caresses cold as ice glances even colder but fury on the inside that strongly glows and smolders every breath comes out hot everything touched frosts all these words will turn to ghosts be atmospherically lost anger is a powerful thing when does it turn to hate? is there such a difference, or does either one make fate? how can one be so cryptic but so obvious as well? shall you freeze me with your eyes... or burn me with your words? only time will tell.
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Jul 16, 2011
Jul 16, 2011 at 7:59 PM UTC
Hot or Cold, It's Really Not Good Either Way...
caresses cold as ice glances even colder but fury on the inside that strongly glows and smolders every breath comes out hot everything touched frosts all these words will turn to ghosts be atmospherically lost anger is a powerful thing when does it turn to hate? is there such a difference, or does either one make fate? how can one be so cryptic but so obvious as well? shall you freeze me with your eyes... or burn me with your words? only time will tell.
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Jul 16, 2011
Jul 16, 2011 at 7:59 PM UTC
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