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                                         The frostbite crawls across
                             her skin                                        the feeling
                  soon will                       stop                            her heart
             has slowed                     its beating                           her pulse
       begins                                   to drop                                   perhaps
          we are                                                                             too young
             to feel,                                                                  perhaps we
                         are too old                              the warmth, it was
                              so welcoming until it turned to cold

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