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There is a reason,
Evil can be felt in heat,
Or freeze,
To know that the icy fingers of the wind,
Shepard sickness,
That the dark of the night,
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I would desire to,
tear out these scars,
And wear them like diamonds,
I wish to tug the burnt inside out,
And wear it like pearls,
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Freestyle poem about solitude vs social
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