Part six

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No title just two short poems

Ice is the heart
That screams
In the night
Fearing the whispers
Holding the pain
Loving to quick
Wishing on a star
Never letting go
Falling never again

Second poem

No lines
No gaps
Nothing to stop is
From being who we are
Nothing at all
No one at all
Only ourselves

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