Icy burn
a shimmering burn
for the churn
it’s not right
to say hold tight
the last touch
a subtle flush
electric rush
crimson blush
upside down
is right side up
a small token
for vow broken
the otherness
an unknown bliss
ripple effects
hurried breaths
quaking chest
laid to rest
no inquiry
pride to bury
emerald music
tastes like magic
a hundred sleeps
a sigh of relief
final hour
new turns sour
all the flame
fell to icy shame
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