Cold

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 01, 2018

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The callous sun sears my skin.

I wear beads of sweat around my neck and wrists.

My spirit is frigid having been recklessly touched by frostbitten fingers. 

An icy heart with no remorse.

Woe is me, only cinders remain. 


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