Wishing wounders do fly in summers
but heart felt crys race to infinate skys
cut out of stone
vein so thick of snow
I thought i was dead
nothing living but the beating red
graced in spiderwebs and stilletos
i marched on everyones silky toes
screams only heard by the deaf
and smiles seen by the blind
i was an Ice Queen
nothere was more mean
Down did i send my hope
hard into the ground, i couped
forever cursed i fought with touch
but still i was nothing warm to clutch
Author notes
for the riminder of the past
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