Long white stems
like frosted glass
tinkling under my finger nails
cooling my skin
as they touch my neck
making me shudder
a room of crystal
a world of cold.
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Long white stems
like frosted glass
tinkling under my finger nails
cooling my skin
as they touch my neck
making me shudder
a room of crystal
a world of cold.
English
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