Exhale.
The skin breaks out in goosebumps,
The breath is squeezed out of
My lungs, are burning with
Ice, that froze the warmth of
My heart, is made of steel.
Inhale.
Or can you?
Did you forget that you are dead?
GB
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Humans
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