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Your Iciness

I take your hands,
and kiss them.

So long without me,
they have gone cold.

My lips are warm
against your iciness.

I cannot say your name anymore.
It just brings pain.
gothicsurrealism
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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