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Ice

Did I ever love you,
or did I just want to be held?
Darling,
so it goes,
it’s so overplayed,
this overwhelming game for two,
no winners,
no losers,
just destruction, back and forth,
and I’ll never stop being something we both fear.
You ask me if I ever loved you,
and I look past you,
playing to the sun,
big smile, big dreams?
telling it and you what you need to hear,
because none of it really matters.
I exist in ice,
and I’m okay with that.

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