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Snowy Wasteland

In the middle of that snowy wasteland

I stood cursing you

Naked, my skin grew cold

But my anger kept me warm

The hot tears poured onto the street

And melted the slush underneath my feet

Until you came out and apologised

Wrapping in a faux fur coat

As you held me tightly until I stop weeping

You put me in bed

And we made love that night

Under the feverish stars

While they burned a thousand deaths

 

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