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He runs to the coldness

Like a refrigerator locked into a socket

The warmth of reality

Makes good groceries turn rotten


Your heart transformed into an ice box

Maintaining a frost bitten soul

Your love is painful to hold 

It chills exposed bone


No matter… how many people dared to care

You chose to remain alone



Love always, Esha ❤




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