it's not that i am cold,
there is just the absence of warmth,
that i was once so used to feeling.
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Death by Words: A Selection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry written by me (that, as always, demonstrates my mental deterioration and inner dialogue).
in the absence of-
it's not that i am cold,
there is just the absence of warmth,
that i was once so used to feeling.
