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Cold hands’ clutch to pine for minute hours
Warm hearted touch, reminds amore to forever
Hot hands fan infamy, stroking fears uncomfortably
Wanting only bids of two cents, paying for sins dutifully
Frozen in ye ole style, forgotten writing sides of one another
From babes to fools, to wolves to tool who is saving whom
Buried in success, freed by obscurity leased progressively
Peace came from the ignite of reanimate embers readers’ digest
Ah yes, it was the coldness of the many feats, blues less oxygen
Turning brittle by the covering of whimsical stuff of cold outside within
Undercovering the dearth of down really meaning 2b up once more
My core contracts and breathes with a vigor long not seen such restore
Ink suspended by time, came alive to remind the choose of an invent
Events are the periods following a pause to reconsider with what intent
My stylus is no longer flash frozen, as the muse invites the return of Fire again!
