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badwriter 24 | Cat Lady
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cold

Icicle fingers in my hands Don't melt, but melt my brain Just as my eyes start shedding stale blood, It suddenly stops to rain

Grey mist hovers above and blinds my eyes Everything turns to unwanted blur Eyes wander around and see no one but doom It only goes down, I concur

My words crack as they fall from my lips My tongue victim to a stern frostbite Its cold inside and outside the same, No wood burns near in sight

Such dreams embellish the nights , The butterfly stuck in my throat duly cries- The wind that slaps me with its frigid reach Stands no chance against my sighs.

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