Cold, cold.
Is that all there ever will be?
So sick of looking around corners,
between fences
for an illusion I glimpsed so briefly, so long ago.
Hope teases like a playful lover
kissing, then leaving me in the dark.
Shivering, I wait for the only warmth that can soothe.
Where does this frigid forlorn come from?
The antithesis of the heat I crave-
How has
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