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Her Cold Hand
Her cold hand
Has left me frozen inside
When she caressed me
Was when hope withered and died,
She cried that she wanted love
I should have noticed her eyes'
Much like ice and frigid stone
A cold winter in a summer's disguise.
Has left me frozen inside
When she caressed me
Was when hope withered and died,
She cried that she wanted love
I should have noticed her eyes'
Much like ice and frigid stone
A cold winter in a summer's disguise.
Published 30th Jul 2012
| Edited 10th Feb 2013
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