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Ice
It couldn’t
Have
Been
Any
Different;
When she
Looked
At me
Through
The pirouette
Of rage
Than if,
My soul
Were
On ice.
(She was pissed about...)
Have
Been
Any
Different;
When she
Looked
At me
Through
The pirouette
Of rage
Than if,
My soul
Were
On ice.
(She was pissed about...)
Published 12th Nov 2018
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