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remember me

cold
hurt
shaking
raindrops run
breaking free, leaving trails
hot and wet
across porcelain cheeks
it was a dream
lately its always
just a dream...

...the sun shines
cold air stains your hands.
I stay warm
always warm
leaves crunch, loud and clear
the sun is so bright
but yet the air is so stale,
frigid, cold.

Remember please
The sun, my warmth
keep my heart and key
from turning you into the beast.




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