Tormenting Squeeze
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Squeezes
My hands
The cold
With
Hands
Invisible
Hard as iron
To produce
An agonising
pain
But
From the blaze
Of fire
Came the heat
It freed
My hands
By dissolving
The cold's
Hands.
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