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i lift my hand to the sky i hold my cold, dry palm up high your gentle embrace graces my skin my cracking tapestry of veins and bones i lower you down so i can see you twinkling, freezing, before my own teary eyes you were my cold star on a hot summer night but my star is no longer in your night sky i carefully pry my fingers open as these lips you once kissed form a small circle i blow you away drift free, cold star, you need not return to me deep down, i know you can't turn around deep down, i know our veins don't cross my starless, icy palm returns to my side residing where you once were before i sent you off slow pulsing, tear dreaming for that cold summer embrace
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Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
cold star, pt. 2
i lift my hand to the sky i hold my cold, dry palm up high your gentle embrace graces my skin my cracking tapestry of veins and bones i lower you down so i can see you twinkling, freezing, before my own teary eyes you were my cold star on a hot summer night but my star is no longer in your night sky i carefully pry my fingers open as these lips you once kissed form a small circle i blow you away drift free, cold star, you need not return to me deep down, i know you can't turn around deep down, i know our veins don't cross my starless, icy palm returns to my side residing where you once were before i sent you off slow pulsing, tear dreaming for that cold summer embrace
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Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
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