"it's so cold" he whispers, as he pulls his
jacket closer around his waist, and hugs
himself tightly even though there's nothing
to grab. "no it's not" she says, as she
knows he's just freezing, because his blood
runs cold and his heart stopped beating
months ago. but she gives him her
coat anyway.
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Poetry❝no❞ might make him angry, but it will set you free. - if no one has ever told you, your freedom is more important than their anger. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #28 in poetry #25 in poetrycollection
