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Rated: E · Poetry · Romance/Love · #2132522
A poem about losing.

The wind is chill.
Thru my bones to the marrow.
Her stare is ice.
Thru my soul.

Her hands grip my heart.
Their icy hold, I can feel.
No words are spoken.
Time stood still.

I did this.
I am only to blame.
She was pure innocence.
Never again.

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