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I'll cure my sins with tourmaline
to kiss your lips in the midst of December
To feel your body shake and shiver
To let me be your coldest ember.
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September was good to me.
PoetrySeptember was good to me. But it was also bad too. [poems of my seasonal depression and other things]
Light Ice
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I'll cure my sins with tourmaline
to kiss your lips in the midst of December
To feel your body shake and shiver
To let me be your coldest ember.
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