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Elisa
boys come and go
meanwhile I'm stuck on her
drowning in the cold
of her icy blue green eyes
hypothermia in my limbs
freezer burning my heart
like a branding iron
shaped to the curves
in the letters of her name
meanwhile I'm stuck on her
drowning in the cold
of her icy blue green eyes
hypothermia in my limbs
freezer burning my heart
like a branding iron
shaped to the curves
in the letters of her name
Published 2nd Nov 2015
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"shaped to the curves
in the letters of her name"<--- haven't seen a line so potent as this, in awhile.
....gorgeous melancholy...
in the letters of her name"<--- haven't seen a line so potent as this, in awhile.
....gorgeous melancholy...
