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It's so cold
here
that I shake
as I pour
what's left of me
into words,
as these.
The truth is,
I'm a completely
different
creature than I
used to be.
I have
become a winter
within myself.
I think I died a long
time ago.
I don't know
when I'll come back.
If I ever do.
here
that I shake
as I pour
what's left of me
into words,
as these.
The truth is,
I'm a completely
different
creature than I
used to be.
I have
become a winter
within myself.
I think I died a long
time ago.
I don't know
when I'll come back.
If I ever do.
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