Has fire ripped through them?
Carving flame drawn patterns on your skin?
This is the beauty I have come to know.
Is your chest as frozen as mine?
Can you not thaw it with simple words?
Does your heart beat? Does it pulse?
Mine doesn't.
Is your soul as lost as mine?
Has it been tourmented and ripped?
Scared and cut into shreds by trust?
You don't know how I feel then.
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