Marbled Ice
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Crimson Love
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A statuesque Figure, thats colder than ice,
I stand among the godless, Watching a Cataclysmic warmth,
Love is what it is called, such a foriegn word...
Upon warmth it is brought,
Perhaps thats why I'm cold?
I stand watching such obsurd profanity,
How can this be?
I sit here everday just contemplating,
Love has never entered, nor shall it,
My marble heart is carved upon ice,
Nothing goes in, Nothing shall ever touch it,
I'm meant for this Chill.... Warmth? I wasn't.
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