uploaded July 19, 2016.
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I-Cy
I see what you're doing
Bars obscuring my sight
Thin covers letting the chill bite
Me with iced fangs
Till my nerves ache
Even the slightest caress
Causes pain
Rub my hands in vain
Warmth came and left
Six months ago
When the sun scorched our domes
As we laid in our boxes
Alone
With no one to hold
Just us and our dreams
And thoughts of going home
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