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★ nearly frozen ☆

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

sober on whiskey

and red faced as

the frigid winds

tossed her auburn

locks like sparrows

the party was over

she’d tossed her

garter to the crowds

and they went wild

and hit it off like

eros’s pink arrows

but warm hands

failed to find their

way into her soul

and icy blue eyes

and she walked alone

she was a snowman

with how cold she felt

inside and outside

no one to thaw her

and she walked on home.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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