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Rain of Torture

The needles Of thousands and of millions pour on me, Drenching me with its Arctic temperature. Each drop is like a frozen amber, Smouldering at absolute zero.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 1/20/2017 5:44:00 AM
Smouldering at absolute zero is no doubt interesting and nicely metaphorical too ... A good write ...
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