Cold?
Winter's became tame!
This fire can't make charcoal
into a diamond.
The ice dagger can't
break. It can't move.
I'll sit, in my head.
Waiting for the rage!
Because I'm only frozen,
burning.
Solid state of every temperature
below zero and above 90 at the same time.
I'll sit in my head.
Waiting for the rage!
Because I'm only frozen,
burning.
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Author:
ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2018 08:19
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Great write
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