Iced Cold

June 8, 2014
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Frozen food pipes and iced hands
My head on this snowy desert sand
These desolate roads
And no destinations
These cold companions and heartless vessels
These eyes which yearn
This stomach that churns
Frostbitten fingers which break one by one
This frigid smile and its plastic permanence
Somethings I don't need in my life.

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