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warm, bright words don't reside in your heart. an ice wall blocks the way as they depart. a shy, humble smile, "oh, it's no big deal," and those words are suddenly forced to kneel. the icicles ***** your weary shoulders, forming gashes, leaving you so much colder. too much warmth? you burst into flames. too little? you're frozen and maimed. your hands, scarred and worn, rub in vain, ready to mourn as you look over the wall to stare at the glow that enthralls.
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Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC
a heart devoid of warmth.
warm, bright words don't reside in your heart. an ice wall blocks the way as they depart. a shy, humble smile, "oh, it's no big deal," and those words are suddenly forced to kneel. the icicles ***** your weary shoulders, forming gashes, leaving you so much colder. too much warmth? you burst into flames. too little? you're frozen and maimed. your hands, scarred and worn, rub in vain, ready to mourn as you look over the wall to stare at the glow that enthralls.
soulmusings
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Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC
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