Your words are warm
but there's a sense
of coldness, clearness
between us.
We're frozen shut;
both world-weary
holding each other's
icicle hands
unable to thaw
but freeze together
a blanket of frost
between us.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
Your words are warm
but there's a sense
of coldness, clearness
between us.
We're frozen shut;
both world-weary
holding each other's
icicle hands
unable to thaw
but freeze together
a blanket of frost
between us.
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