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HOT
Hands burning cold
following
lost commands
from a stale noise
churning hot from
a calm
killers voice
Hes twisting, winding and
straining all my
inner most muscles.
And as the words passing
from his lips
are spoken.
my heart is left
frozen
...hot
following
lost commands
from a stale noise
churning hot from
a calm
killers voice
Hes twisting, winding and
straining all my
inner most muscles.
And as the words passing
from his lips
are spoken.
my heart is left
frozen
...hot
Published 3rd Oct 2012
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