Ice

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I swept ice over my heart-
A long, long time ago-
To keep together shattered parts,
So nobody would ever know.

I encased my heart in frost,
To keep from feeling
The loss
Or the healing.

Now, no one can touch me,
For fear of frostbite.
And now no one can see,
The pain that I hide.

(From myself, included.)

A.T

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