his voice was so cold
yet
his hands were so warm
-frost crept up my neck and fire burned at my hand
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Poetry"why are all my poems about you?" {highest is #3 in poetry} {cover by @wallflower_r} {completed}
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his voice was so cold
yet
his hands were so warm
-frost crept up my neck and fire burned at my hand
