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Thursday, March 24, 2011

Running Hot and Cold





hate while raging, boils                                                       
soon chills to killing cold
where no heart can live
icy fingers choke out love
depth of feeling; devoid of                             

unforgiveness grows
to stunt, deform, isolate
stone cold hearts which beat
only for themselves; not you
hard-dead-frozen; through and through


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