cold

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the blank, empty look
all emotions gone
nothing can influence the
void behind my eyes

my soul is hidden
lost in distant shadow
or maybe just removed

there is black ice in your veins

you are made of ice
a glass figure
beauty yet deceit
lies in your heart

sharp
hostile
knife
glass
words
lies

I am going insane
no silver lining
just

red on white

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