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Frostbitten

There were days I spent thinking about the moments we shared
Every memory, a dark side of you
How I felt as if I were getting choked
As you held me, my love, in those arms

We were happy, you were happy
My misery, somehow always a source of your amusement
As I nodded my head in dismay, disgust
And sometimes even pain
You looked at me as if it were your gain

You looked at me as if I were yours
Blissful, for some
But little did they know
That as the Winter grew
A chill went down this spine of mine

Was it because I was cold?
Even I didn't know

Were these cold hands of yours on me
A reflection of how frostbitten
I could get by your touch
Or were they indication
That, oh, you loved me so much

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