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Deep Down In My Soul
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My Artform: Finshed In waking i break, the cold holds me as though it were my soulmate. Zero below, i dare not shiver, my breathing controlled shallow, and hithered. Love made my bed and tucked the world in my hands because i am colder, colder than the the ice on my bedroom floor. Love layed me down, so i let winter take it all to preserve whats left, to silence love and soothe the acing. If the dawns light ever come through, i'll fade away. So i pray day dont come, i pray. Because i know, in waking i'll break.
