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Its cold outside,
temperature below zero,
yet my body is warm
am i running a fever?
my hearts full of love,
the glow around me says enough,
like an angel sent from above
i cannot bleed, even from lethal cuts.
its warm outside
temperature around 100,
yet my body is cold,
like im trapped in a dungon
my heart is filled with emtyness
alone, lost in a thick blizzard
like the angel that fell from the heavens,
am i the snake that slithers?
my first poem on here. hope yall enjoy it! will have more pages soon!