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Perpetual Freezer-burn
I used to hate the snow,
but now I want to be buried in it.
I want to freeze over.
I want my blood vessels to cement
and become rigid.
I want my pulse to turn weak.
I want to be so cold that I feel like i’m on fire,
burning alive.
The thought of my skin becoming pale,
and the constricting sensation in my lungs
ignites serenity,
and brings composure to my mind.
but now I want to be buried in it.
I want to freeze over.
I want my blood vessels to cement
and become rigid.
I want my pulse to turn weak.
I want to be so cold that I feel like i’m on fire,
burning alive.
The thought of my skin becoming pale,
and the constricting sensation in my lungs
ignites serenity,
and brings composure to my mind.
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