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Sheer Cold

I don’t think you understand.
It means a nothing to me.
So why does it seem like it does to you?
Maybe my cold self can’t understand such fires.
That I’m ice.
Freezing ice.
Nothing is to change.
Indifferent please with a side of apathy.
That’s all I ask of you to ask of me.
Effort is unwanted here.





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