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Snizzlefish
Poems
Dec 2018
Frostbite 12.30.18
Born from ice,
On a mountain called love.
I know too much pain.
My lungs continuously fill with frost.
I am numb,
Yet I feel everything.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Again.
And again...
Until one day there will be but one.
Be it fire, or ice.
#ache
#frostbitten
#conflicted
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