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HEAT
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My hand is tan all th way through winter my blood is warm and that includes my heart the winds are cold and so are people but I will remain warm and I will warm others like my grandmother's covers the ones in patches
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DAGGER
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you are a bottle of stars exploding you are Red you are a river divine you are the cool blue in the middle the angels sparkle the devils grin the black in the latex and the goose bumps on skin you are the driven snow and you are the wicked sin you are all these things that I want to be in
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