Snowflake

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i like the cold.

it pushes and pushes until I'm numb, 

and the feeling limbs turn into a luxury. 

on sad days cold drinks freeze my brain until i can’t think.

it’s now becoming my safe place, 

she is my safe place.

 



Jilecia Poyser

Edited: 25.03.2020

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