Stonecold Fox

December 19, 2010
Scarred by winter
Scarred by the cold
The most empty body
That he'll ever hold

Frozen in the mind
But warmth in the hand
No such thing as kind
Eyes heavy as sand

Clouds of smoke hover at eye level
Soundtrack plays her heart and devil
Cross my heart, hope to die
Curse the start, hope to fly.

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