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Shiver.

My fingers are aching from the cold again.
These fridid temperatures unforgiving,
bringing malace over our frostbitten conversations.
 
The harsh winters chill still carries your words.
Echoing through the mid February forest,
they pierce straight through the cage inside my chest.
 
I look down to the place you tried to make home.
Hallow and icy now, as I've been crowned heartless.
Nothing left but this shiver that's been crawling down my spine.
Written by CeeCee-Elaine (Nugz)
Published | Edited 26th Apr 2022
Author's Note
-40C in Canada feels less cold than your words.
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