Dream Cold She was cold; dark black cold I pressed my awareness into the empty spaces I felt only her starkness In the chilled formation of these places. It was not a meeting where affection Would grow or where one might embrace the edge of cold substance frozen to perfection. Her lips chilled all... Sign in to see full entry.
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