I feel your glossy gleaming granite finger bones
With their clattering phalanges
Encircle my frigid heartstone
Hard on hard
Nothing to melt
Nothing to thaw
Because cold things can’t make other cold things warm up.
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❤👽
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*** Having a “Bah humbug” moment, Sugar Tits? ***
** Nah. It’s just that kind of damp cold that crawls inside your bones and moans out shivers through your pores. I wish I could curl up inside my bonfire.***