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I Feel Cold
Frozen, Frigid, Warmth deprived
The Warmth that comes from within
That warms the core inside
That infects the Ember within
That glows the Souls
Of Those I Love
I’m A Mold
Strong, Empty, Incompleted
Dreamy Beauty, knows my Heart
That beautifies the world in me retreated
That embraces the vulnerable that art
That Holds the souls
Of Those I Love
I Am Getting Older
Duller, Graver, Hunching Over
A Hunch that sees Past as The Future
But youthful Energy I Still fight for
And childlike Summers I Still strive for
Getting Bolder for the souls
Of Those I Love
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