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It was cool - a little cold
A little harsh
A little hole
Had nonetheless
Punctured through
To that sheltered place, now
It is cold - freezing still,
And through my core
Runs a chill
Solid base but
On ice you slip...
Will you take me home right now
After you have heard me loud
Though this body runs not smoothly
He gave me it to keep as Holy
Can't you see we're not the same
While one is bold, the other ashamed
It is you who deserves the blame
But you wouldn't know my real name
Never taken by my real name
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Cherrie
Please see my writings at http://cherrieland.blogspot.com or occasional outbursts of emotion (through words) at http://parallelcherrieland.blogspot.com
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