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feeling alive

A Poem by Bella

The cold was made to be felt.My hatred for it grows every now and then,But I long for the days that demand the cold.My love and joy for that feeling f..

ash

A Poem by Bella

hands are numbwatching the ash flicker around me,falling to the ground.the red and yellowshedding little lighton a broken smile.why does cold associat..

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