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Cold The bottle sweats. Frail The ice inside cracks. Thick The water runs Down my throat Quenching my thirst So cold, It hurts.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 9/15/2013 1:55:00 AM
love it true to in all it glow
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Date: 5/30/2013 7:46:00 AM
The core of hot & cold trying to become lovers. Inexplicable. Excellent lines, Viviane.
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Date: 5/30/2013 9:03:00 AM
Thanks, Drake. I like reading your lines too. =)