Hands of ice touched
My burning soul
And I was naïve enough
To call it soothing


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I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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  1. This reminds me of the time when I almost touched dry ice because of how pretty I thought it was, with all those clouds surrounding the block. My science teacher screamed at me to step back, and I’m so glad I did.

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