The last breath of love
Warmth spreads through my finger tips, breathing in happiness. Finally, something to hold dearly. To love for eternity, but I can't help the shiver go down my spine and the calm before the storm.
the push and pull of fire and ice
My trip to the most beautiful place...
As usual, cold and bitter. Just need a constant drink to keep the ice from forming on my lips. I wonder what it takes to get warm around here.
Source: eadala https://www.reddit.com/r/WritersOf500Words...
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And lo behold! Mountains upon mountains of dead frozen bodies!
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