The Cold Hits my Skin

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The cold hits my skin.
Chills flow through me,
Looking to the sky.
A tear falls to my cheek.

“Why do you weep?”
I whisper to the sky.
She responds with
A scream of rage.

Her scream shakes me
And I yell back.
The darkness opens
A trail of light from her smile.

She just wanted
Someone to listen.
Someone to challenge her;
To care.





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