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Frostbitten
The world is cold.
Infinite truth.
I come to you for the warmth I felt as a child.
Toughened, hardened, calloused.
I wish you'd remember sometimes I'm still your little boy.
Sometimes I just need that warmth.
But forever, I am frostbitten.
WOW! I do not know what to
WOW!
I do not know what to say to that other than WOW
That poem is AMAZING my dear, just breath taking and heart stopping
I feel cold sitting here and the pub is sooo warm tonight
Much Love
Ashley