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Cold

I stand cold.
As I glare at the sun.
Outstretches of imagination.
Days and weeks of your intimidation.
And down below the roots of the soils.
My creature lay dead in all pain and heartbreak.
And as I lay sweat dripping from my soul.
I picture this.
Anticipation makes me cold.
I am the cold dead among the living.

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