Are you the devil, dressed as a woman with dark eyes and a beautiful smile?
Are you here to remind me that my heart would freeze an icicle?
No matter how fast I rub my hands together, there is no warmth or static energy in them.
Nor is the world. The world I promised would be ours isn't sitting quietly in my palms,
but dragging me kicking and screaming in space and time.
Will you make me weep again?
Are you not satisfied with the mushroom cloud drowning out my stars?
I get one mid December breath in and am warmed.
Please leave me alone to freeze in silence.
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