Indigo hearts scribbled in biro down my arm,
And crossed out names and question marks on my palm
A hairdryer blocks out persistent chattering,
Then a sudden stop. Glass shattering.
A crumpled sobbing heap amongst the debris,
A pitiful sight to the pitiless soul,
Icicle feet desperate for heat, upon my vulnerable emotions,
Winter takes its toll.
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did you write this?
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no amazing don't even cut it.
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yes i did write it. and thankyou lovely.
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