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Constellations On Her Skin

Cold smile, cold lungs
Black ice lives in his dark eyes
Arctic winds biting

The sky, dark and black
Littered with snowflakes that look
Like constellations

Eyes the color of
Cheap champagne and blue crystals
Lips stained to azure

Fingertips raw and
Frostbitten, spreading slowly
Shivering, dying
Written by Foxface (Aewyrn)
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