Don't tell me I need love-
You beings of lust and greed!
I rather gaze up in the sky
And rot with the stars above.
I do not need a hand to hold
My hands are not warm.
They will simply make your hands numb.
Like my heart inside, my hands are cold.
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Poetry"Years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a moment" Edgar Allan Poe 《Kyrasif made the graphic cover 》
