Cold Love

January 14, 2010
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His eyes were black holes.
His heart was an iceberg.
His soul was nothing but a used out thought.
His temper was dynamite explosion.
His memories were ocean drifted.
His attitude chameleon changed.
His pain was his answer.
His thoughts were bridge jumping insane,
For he was the twin towers
And she was the plane.

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