// FRIGID WASTELAND //

The sky is painted crimson...

As I stand aloft as my feet touch the snow so soft

The frigid air clings to my bones as I breathe

Your words haunt as a whisper upon my lips

I trace your existence with my fingertips

Desire leads to obsession as he pleads

Immortal anguish prevail as he bleeds

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Tiffany K/P